The Hennessey Clipper (Hennessey, Okla.), Vol. 20, No. 16, Ed. 1 Thursday, September 2, 1909 Page: 2 of 8
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them
let the bi
Gooseberries. raspberries and green
apple stomach aches are ripe.
When the lake breeze gets cantan- j
kerous the safest place Is the dry |
land.
A madman on Lake Erie was calmed
by a piece of pie. Thus is Boston vin-
dicated.
Where the aeroplane has the ndvan
tage over the automobile is that it can
fly across rough ground.
New York is preparing to string so
many electric lights along the Hudson
that Broadway will be Jealous.
If the latest fashion edict am<f*g
women that "hats and shoes must
match" is carried out, where will mere
man walk?
Tke American Federation of Labor
says there are 2,000,000 men out of
work. So there may be, but the fish-
ing is now good.
This is the season in which the I
American tourist proceeds to skip |
from one European capital to another
on scheduled time.
Some New Jersey towns now re-
quire bakers to deliver each loaf of
bread in a sealed aseptic bag. Sani-
tary science is marching on.
No American style has been as bad
as that peach basket affair the former
shah used to wear while he wns still
on the Job.
The South American war may event- j
ually materialize, but at present it j
looks like a very petty quarrel which
should be very easily settled.
A big flotilla will accompany the
president down the Mississippi river,
but It is safe to say that none of the
pilots will try to make rings around
the president's boat.
Two hundred grenadier hats for
women have arrived in New York
from Paris. Some day American wom-
en will have a Boston tea party for
foreign monstrosities of fashion.
It Is estimated by the city statisti-
cian that Chicago will have a popula-
tion of over 2.500.000 in 1910. Uncle
Ram, however, will send around a man
to check up the figures.
a
Followed Her, Lighting the Way
H« bad Just realized that ba was
flat-strapped for cash. He had given
hU laat quarter to the cabby, hours
hack. He was registered at a strange
hotel, untffr an assumed name, un-
able to beg credit evca for his break-:
fast with u? declaring his identity and
thereby laying himself open to suspi-
cion, discourtesy, Insult.
Of course there were ways out. He
could telephone Bannerman, or any
otfier of half a dozen acquaintances, in |
the morning; but that involved expla-
nations, and explanations involved
making himself the butt of his circle
for many a weary day.
There was money in his lodgings,
in the Chippendale escritoire; but to
got it he would have to run the gaunt-
let of reporters and detectives which
had already dismayed him in prospect.
O'Hagan—ah!
At the head of his bed was a tele-
phone. Impulsively, inconsiderate of
the hour, he turned to it.
"Give me nine-o-eight-nlne Madison,
please," he said; and waited, receiver
to ear.
There was a slight pause; a buzz;
the voice of the switchboard opera-
tor below stairs repeating the number
to central; central's appropriately
mechanical reiteration; another buzz;
a silence; a prolonged buzz; and again
the sounding silence.
"Hello!" he said, softly. Into the
transmitter, at a venture.
No answer.
"Hello!"
Then central, irritably: "Go ahead.
You've got your party."
"Hello, hello!"
A faint hum of voices, rising and
falling, beat against the walls of his
understanding. Were the wires
crossed? He lifted an impatient finger
to jiggle the hook ami call central to
order, when—something crashed
heavily. He could have likened the
sound, without a strain of Imagination,
to a chair being violently overturned.
And then a woman's voice, clear, ac-
cents Informed with anger and pain:
"No!" and then—
"Say, that's my mistake. That line
you had's out of order. I had a call
for them a while ago, and they didn't
answer. Guess you'll have to wait."
"Central! Central!" he pleaded,
desperately. "I say, central, give me
that connection again, please."
"Ah, say! what's the matter with
you, anyway? Didn't I tell you that
line was out of order? Ring off!"
Automatically Maitla.id returned the
receiver to its rest; and rose, white-
lipped and trembling. That woman's
voice!
Fruit, it Ih said, retards the harden |
Ing of the tissues and thus conduces
to the preservation of youthfillness.
Yet age is Itself a lemon handed out
by life to youth and beauty.
PICTURES
BY
WsiL—
' syIO'JIfcJOjEPH VANCE,
COPyRIOMT I9CT ~T«{RCBBJ-/^1 RILL ca
SYNOPSIS.
A grandson of King Edward goes to
the naval college with the reputation
of singing a capital song. Still, critics
In England may like to hold their
Jobs.
The czar in visiting his own rela-
tives dares go off his yacht only long
enough to take tea. and then when
surrounded by Invinclbles. Infiexihles,
Dreadnoughts, et al., to be sure no
bombs or anarchists are around.
A novel law point has been raised
by a man In Connecticut who has sued
one of his neighbors for a stinging ad-
ministered by the latter's bees. Curi-
osity is now rampant to see if the bee-
owners will he also "stung."
A man iu New York is suing a
Judge, two police chiefs, three detec-
tives and a coroner for false arrest,
lie ought to rest satisfied that he had
n good reputation, since it took so
many to damage it.
The inmates of Sing Sing make pub-
lic their ueed of more tenor voices to
assist in the church services. Sing
Sing's dearth of singers suggests the
proper disposal of the next grand
opera star that murders his notes.
Experiments have resulted in the
production from petroleum of a brand
of butter said to be "something Just
as good" as the genuine bovine ar-
ticle. But it is doubtful if this sort
of "near butter" will be in good odor
among those who are a little particu-
lar in such matters.
There was a time when the discov-
ery that worms are fond of the jack
pine would not have caused a ripple
of alarm among the owners of tim-
ber. They would have taken a fresh
grip on the ax and gone to work with
added vigor among the big Norways.
But now the jack pine lias come to
hare value, the case is different.
Perhaps the lowering of cable tolls
between Great Britain and India, Aus-
tralia and South Africa is a result of
the recent colonial conference in Lon-
don. however this may be, the Brit-
ish and colonial governments have
agreed that hereafter the cable press
rate shall be only ninepence Instead
of a shilling a word between Britain
and India. Australia and South Africa.
Smiie of his advisers have been try-
ing to point, out to King Alfonso that
the war In Morocco is likely to follow
in the trend of the disastrous war in
Cuba But they are confronted by the
depressing fact that the Bourbons
never learn.
Flying across the English channel
In an airship appears to be tl.e height
of the old world aeronaut's ambition.
No less than three aviators are now
contemplating such a trip. And If all
succeed it would seem to be good by
to England's insularity.
"Mad" Dan Maitland. on rea<h!ntf Mb
Sew York bachelor Hub. met an attrac-
I live young woman at the door. Janitor
D'Hagan assured him no one had been
I within that day. Dan discovered a worn-
in's finger prints in dust on his desk,
ilong with a letter from his attorney,
j Maitland dined with Bannerman. his at-
torney. Dan sot out for Greenfields, to
j jot his family Jewels. During his walk
to the country seat, he met the young
woman In gray, whom he had seen leav-
I ng his bachelors' Vlub. Her auto had
broken dow: fl\ -d it. By a ruse she
| 'lopt" him. Maitland. on reaching home,
i nrprlsed lady In gray, cracking tlie safe
I :ontatning his grins. 8h*. apparently.
;ook him for a veil-known crook, Daniel
Vniaty Half-hypnotized, Maitland opened
lis sjife, took therefrom the Jewels, and
jave them to her, first forming a purt-
Iprshlp in crime. The real Dan Anisty,
i (ought by poilce of the world, appeared
>n the same mission. Maitland overcame
! film. He met the girl outside the house
1 nd they sped on to Now York In tier au-
j .o. lie had the Jewels and she promised
i ;o meet him that day. Maitland received
t "Mr. Sna'.th." Introducing himself as a
i Jeteetlve. To shield the girl In gray,
j Maitland. about to show him the Jew-
ls. supposedly lost, was felled hy a blow
*rom "Sralth's" cane. The latter proved
'.o l>e Anisty himself and he secured the
ferns. A'Mstv. who was Maitland's dou-
| Jle. masqueraded as the latter. The
•rlmlnal kept Maitland's engagement with
:he girl In gray. He gave her the gems,
j ifter falling In love Ht tirst sight. They
: ser#> to meet and divide t; e loot. Malt-
j and revived and regretted missing bis
engagement. An'sty, masquerading as
! Maitland. narrowly avoided capture
through mvsterious tip. The girl in gray
fisited Midtland's apartments during his
absence and returned gems, b«ing dis-
covered on return.
CHAPTER IX.—Continued.
But not to rest. The portion of the
I mentally harassed, sleep! issness, was
his; and for an hour or more he tossed
| upon his bed (upon which he had
| thrown himself without troubling to
i undress), pondering, to no profit of
! his, the hundred problems, difficulties
and disadvantages suggested or cre-
ated by the events of the past 24
! hours.
The- gray girl, Anisty, the Jewels,
' himself; unfiagging. his thoughts clr-
! cumnavigated the world of his ro-
mance, touching only these four
; port1* and returning always to linger
j longest In the harbor or* sentiment,
i The gray girl: Strange that her
j personality should have come to domi-
nate his thoughts in a space of time
m brief! and upon grounds of inti-
macy so slender! Who and what was
i she? What cruel rigor of clreum-
i stance had impelled her to seek a live-
j lihood in ways so sinister? At whose
door must the blame bo laid, against
I what flaw In the body social should
> the Indictment be drawn, that she
should have been forced into the ranks
I of the powers that prey—a girl of her
| youth and rare fiber, of her cultivation,
' Lor charm, and beauty?
i The sheer loveliness of her, her
I grace and gentleness, her Ingenuous
sensitiveness, her wit; they combined
to make the thought of her, to him. at
' least, at once terrible and a delight.
| Remembering that once he had held her
In his arms, and gazed into her starlit
eyes, and Inhaled the Impalpable fra
grance of her, he trembled, was both
glad and afraid.
And her ways so hedged about with
j perils! While h% must uiuad aside, lw
potent, a pillar of the social order se-
cure in Its shelter, and see her hounded
and driven by the forces of the Law,
harried and worried like an unclean
thing, forced, as It might be, to resort
to stratagems and expedients unthink-
able, to preserve her liberty.
It was altogether intolerable. He
could not stand It. And yet—It was
written that their paths had crossed
and parted and were never again to
touch. Or was it? It must be so
written: They would never meet again.
After all, her concern with, her inter-
est in, him, could have been nothing
permanent. They had encountered
under strange auspices, and he had
treated her with common decency, for
which she had repaid him in good
measure by permitting him to retain
his own property. Their account was
even, and she for ever done with him.
That must be her attitude. Why
should it be anything else?
"Oh, the devil!" exclaimed the young
man in disgust. And rising, took his
distemper to the window.
Leaning on the sill, he thrust head
and shoulders far out over the garish
abyss of metropolitan night. The hot
breath of the city fanned up in stifling
waves into his face, from the stree'
below, upon whose painted pavements
men crawled like insects—round mov-
ing spots, to each his romance under
his hat.
The windorr was on the corner, ever
looking the junction of three great
highways of humanity: Twenty-third
street, with 'ts booming crosstown
cars, stretching away into the dark-
ness on either hand; Broadway, fork
lug off to the left, Its distances merg
ging into a hot glow of yellow radi
ance; Fifth avenue, branching into the
north with its desolate sidewalks oddlv
patterned in areas of dense shadow
and a cold, clear light. Over the way
the park loomed darkly, for all Its
scattered arcs, a black and silent
space, a well of mystery.
It was late, quite late; the clock
in front of Dorlon's (he craned hi
neck to see) made the hour one in the
morning: the sidewalks were com
paratively deserted, even the pillared
portico of the Fifth Avenue hotel des
tltute of loungers. A timid hint of
coolness, forerunning the dawn, rode
up on the breeze.
He looked up and away northward,
for many minutes, over housetops
stenciled black against ike glowing
sky, his gaze yearning into vast dis-
tances of space, melancholy tingoing
the complexion of his mind. He fan-
cied himself oppressed by a vague un
easiness, unaccountable as to cause,
unless—■
From the sublime to the ridiculous
with a vengeance, his thoughts turn
bled. Gone the glamour of romance
In a twinkling, banished by rank ma
teriallsm. He could have blushed foi
shame; he get slowly to his feet, ir-
resolute. trying to grapple with a con
ditlon that never before in his exls
tence had he been called upon to con
sid«r.
CHAPTER X.
Consequences.
Breathing convulsively, wide eyes a
little wildly fixed upon his face in the
lamplight, the girl btumbled to her
feet, and for a moment remained cow-
ering against the wall, terribly shaken,
a hand gripping a corner of the pack-
ing box for support. ;he other pressed
against the bosom of her dress as If in
attempt forcibly to quell the mad ham
mering of her heart.
In her brain, a turmoil of affrighted
thought, but one thing stood out clear-
ly; now she need look for no mercy.
The first time it had been different;
she had not been a woman had she
been unable then to see that the ad-
venture intrigued Maitland with its
spice of novelty, a new sensation, fully
as much as she, herself, the pretty
woman out of place, interested ind at-
tracted him. He had enjoyed playing
the part, had been amused to lead her
to believe him an adventurer of met-
tle and caliber little inferior to her
own—as he understood her; unscrupu-
lous, impatient of the quibble of
m um-et-tuum, but adroit and keen-
witted, and distinguished and set apart
from the herd by grace of gentle
breeding an.1 chlvalric instincts.
How fr.r he might or might not have
let this enjoyment carry him, she had
no means cf surmising. Not very far,
not too fa*1, she was inclined to be-
lieve, strongly as she knew her per-
sonality tc Iiave influenced him; not
far enough to induce him to trust her
out of sight width the jewels. He had
demonstrated that, to her humiliation.
The flush of excitement waning,
manlike soon had he wearied of the
game—she thought; to her mind, in
distorted retrospect, his attitude when
leaving her at dawn had been insin-
cere, contemptuous, that of a man re-
lieved to be rid of her, relieved to be
able to get away in unquestioned pos-
session of his treasure. True, the sug-
gestion that they lunch together at
Eugene's had been his. Hut he had
forgotte.i the engagement, if ever he
had meant to keep It, if the notion had
been more than a whim of the moment
with him. And O'Hagan had told her
by telephone that Maitland had left
his rooms at one o'clock—in ample
time to meet her at the restaurant.
Xo, he had never Intended to come;
he had wearied; yet, patient with her,
true to the ethics of a gentle man, he
had been content to let her go, rather
than to send a detective to take his
place.
And this was something, by the
way, to cause her to revise her theory
as to the manner In which Anisty had
managed to steal the jewels. If Mait-
land had gone abroad at one, and with-
out intending to keep his engagement
at Eugene's, then he must have been
despoiled before that hour, and with-
out his knowledge. Surely, if the
jewels had been taken from him with
his cognizance, the hue and cry would
have been ont and Anisty would not
have dared to linger so long in the
neighborhood!
To be Just with herself, the girl had
not gone to the restaurant with much
real hope of finding Maitland there.
Curiosity had drawn her—just to seel
if— But It was too preposterous to
credit that he should have cared
enough. Quite too preposterous! It j
was her cup. her bitter cup, to know
that he had learned to cart «uuu«h '
—at light! And she recalled (with
what panes of ahnme and misery
begged expression!) how her heart
had been stirred when she had found
him (as Bhe thought) true to his tryst;
even a* she recalled the agony and dis-
tress of mind with which she had a
moment later fathomed Anifty's Im-
personation.
For, of course, she had known that
Maitland was Maitland and none other
from the Instant when he told her to
make good her escape and leave him
to brazen It out; a task to daunt even
as bold and resourceful a criminal as
Anisty, and more especially If he were
called upon to don the mask at a min-
ute's notice, as Maitland had pre-
tended to. Or, if she had not actually
known, she had been led to suspect;
and it had hardly needed what she had
heard him say to the servants, when
he thought her flying hotfoot over the
law.n to safety, to harden suspicion
Into certainty.
And new that he should find her
here, a second time a trespasser,
doubly an Ingrate—that he should
have caughf her red-handed In this
abominably ungrateful treachery! She
could pretend, of course, that she had
returned merely to restore the jewels
and the cigarette case; and he would
believe her, for he was generous. She
could, but—she could not. Not now.
Yesterday, the excitement had buoyed
her; she had gained a piquant enjoy-
ment from befooling hlin, playing her
part of the amateur cracksman in this
little comedy of the stolen jewels. But
therein lay the difference; yesterday
it had been comedy, but to-day—ah!
to«lay she could no longer laugh. For
now she cared.
A little lie would clear her—yes.
But It was not to be cleared that she
now so passionately desired; it was
to have him believe in her, even
against the evidence of his senses,
even in the face of the world's con-
demnation; and to prove that he. too,
cared—cared for her as his attitude
toward her had taught her to care.
Ever since leaving him in the dawn
she had fed her starved heart with the
hope, faint hope though it were, that
he would come to care a little, that he
would not utterly despise her, that he
would understand and forgive, when
he learned why she had played out
her part, nor believe that she was tha
embodiment of all that was ignoble,
coarse, and crude; that he would show
a little faith in her, a little faith
that like a flickering taper might light
the way for—love.
But that hope was now dead within
her, and cold. She had but to look
at him to see how groundless it had
hern, how utterly unmoved he was by
her distress. He waited patiently—
that was all—seeming so very tall, a
pillar of righteous strength, distin-
guished and at ease in his evening
clothes; waiting patient but cold, dis-
passionate and disdainful.
"I sm waiting, you see. Might I sug-
gest that we have not all week for
our—our mutual differences?"
His tone was altogether changed;
she would hardly have known it for his
voice. Its incisive, clipped accents
were like a knife to her sensitiveness.
She summoned the reserve of her
strength, stood erect, unsupported, and
moved forward without a word. He
stood aside, holding the lamp high,
and followed her, lighting tne way
down the hall to the study.
Once there, she sank quivering into
a chair, while he proceeded gravely to
the desk, put down the lamp—super-
fluous now. the gas having been
lighted—and after a moment's thought
faced her, with a contemptuous smile
and lift of his shoulders, thrusting
hands deep into his pockets.
"Well?" he demanded, cuttingly.
She made a little motion of her
hands, begging for time; and, assent-
ing with a short nod, he took a turn
up and down the room, then abstracted-
ly reached up and turned out the gas.
"When you are quite composed 1
should enjoy hearing your statement."
"I—have none to make."
"So!"—with his back to the lamp,
towering over and oppressing her
w ith the sense of his strength and self-
control. "That is very odd, isn't It?"
"I have no—no explanation to give
that would satisfy you, or myself,"
she said, brokenly. "I—I don't care
what you think," with a flicker of de-
fiance. "Believe the worst and—and
do what you will—have me arrested—"
He laughed sardonically. "Oh, we
won't go so far as that, I guess; harsh
measures, such as arrest and Impris-
onment, are eo unsatisfactory to all
concerned. But I am interested to
know why you are here."
Her breathing seemed very loud in
the pause; she kept her lips tight,
fearing to speak lest she lose her mas-
tery of stflf. And hysteria threatened;
the fluttering in her bosom warned
her. She must be very careful, very
restrained, if she were to avert that
crowning misfortune.
"1 don't,think I quite understand
you," he continued, musingly; "surely
you must have anticipated interrup-
tion."
"I thought you safely out of the
way—"
"One presumed that." He laughed
again, unpleasantly. "But how about
Maitland? Didn't you have him in
your calculations, or—"
He paused, unfelgnedly surprised by
her expression. And chuckled when
he comprehended.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
A Schemer.
"I notice a peculiar thing about
your hotel,'' said ihe boarder. "In all
your guest rooms you have two very
narrow windows, when one bigger one
would do as well. 1 don't see the
economy of such construction." "Yon
don't eh?" chuckled the landlord.
"Well, If you'll Agger awhile you'll see
that there ain't no trunks made that
c'n be passed uut through them win-
4er ."
GAVE HER AN IDEA.
Cycle Dealer—Here is a cyclometer
I can recommend. It Is positively ac-
curate; not at all like some cyclome-
ters, which register two miles, per-
haps, where you have only ridden one.
Miss de Byke—You haven't any of
that kind, have you?
LEWIS' "SINGLE BINDER."
A hand-made cigar fresh from the
table, wrapped in foil, thus keeping
fresh until smoked. A fresh cigar
made of good tobacco is the ideal
smoke. The old, well cured tobaccos
used are so rich In quality that many
who formerly smoked 10c cigars now
smoke Lewis' Single Binder Straight
6c. Lewis' Single Binder costs the
dealer some morei^han other 6c cigars,
but the higher puce enables this fac-
tory to use extra quality tobacco.
There are many imitations; don't be
fooled. There is no substitute! Tell
the dealer you want a Lewis "Single
Binder."
Aid Fight Against Tuberculosis.
At the recent meeting of the Na-
tional Association of Bill Posters, held
In Atlanta, (la., it was decided to do>
nate to the campaign against tubercu
losis $1|200,000 worth of publicity
The bill posters in all parts of th4
LTnlted States and Canada will fir,
the vacant spaces on their 3,500 biW
boards with large posters lllv.stratlni
the ways to prevent and cure con-
sumption. The Poster Printers* asso-
ciation has also granted $200,001
worth of printing and paper for this
work. This entire campaign of bill-
board publicity will be conducted un-
der the direction of the National As
sociation for the Study and Preven-
tion of Tuberculosis in co-operatior
with the National Bill Posters' asso-
ciation.
Severe.
Samuel Gompers was talking in the
smokeroom of the Baltic about a re
cent newspaper attack oc a rich cor-
poration.
"It was a cruel attacK," Mr. Gom-
pers chuckled. "It was as cruel as
the Jonesville Clarion's paragraph
about old Deacon Hiram Ludlow.
"This paragraph header the Clar
ion's cbituary column. It said:
" 'Deacon Hiram Ludlow of Frisble
township, aged 82, passed peacefully
away on Thursday last from single
blessedness to matrimonial bliss after
a short but seveie attack by Maria
Higgins, a blooming widow of 37 sum-
mers.' "—Detroit Journal.
Could She?
"When women get to voting," said
the man, "they will have a ' grea^
many more calls than they now have
to put their hands in their pockets
and give money to further important
causes."
The woman looked thoughtful.
"I'm always willing, of course," she
said, "to give money for a good cause,
but as for putting my hand in my
pocket—"
A Financial Epigram.
"H. II Rogers," said a New York
broker, always advised young men
to get hold of capital. He used to
point out to them that without capi-
tal a man could do nothing, nothing.
He used to pack this truth into a very
neat epigram.
"'Fortune,' he used to say, 'can't
knock at the door of a man who has
no house.'"
BAD DREAMS
Caused by Coffee.
"I have been a coffee drinker, more
of less, ever since I can remember, un-
til a few months ago 1 became more
and more nervous and irritable, and
finally I could not sleep at night for
I was horribly disturbed by dreams
of all sc :ts and a species of distress-
ing nightmare.
"Finally, after hearing the experi-
ence of numbers of friends who had
quit coffee and were drinking Postum,
and learning of the great benefits they
had derived, I concluded coffee must
be the cause of my trouble, so I got
some Postum and had it made strictly
according to directions.
"I was astonished at the flavour and
taste. It entirely took the place of cof-
fee, and to my very great satisfaction,
I began to sleep peacefully and sweet-
ly. My nerves improved, and I wish
I could wean every man, woman and
child from the unwholesome drug—or-
dinary coffee.
"People really do not appreciate or
realize what a powerful drug it is and
what terrible effect it has on the hu-
man system, if they did, hardly a
pound of it would be sold. I would
never think of going back to coffee
again. I would almost as soon think
of putting my hand in a fire after I
had once been burned.
"A young lady friend of ours had
stomach trouble for a long time, and
could not get well as long as she used
coffee. She finally quit coffee and be-
gan the use of Postum and is now per-
fectly well. Yours for health."
head "The Iload to Weilville," In
pkgs. "There's a Reason."
Kot reml I lit* nliove letter f A nrif
one uppeitr* from time to time. They
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Sprague, G. E. The Hennessey Clipper (Hennessey, Okla.), Vol. 20, No. 16, Ed. 1 Thursday, September 2, 1909, newspaper, September 2, 1909; Hennessey, Oklahoma. (https://gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc105673/m1/2/: accessed April 25, 2024), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, https://gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.