The Hennessey Clipper (Hennessey, Okla.), Vol. 21, No. 27, Ed. 1 Thursday, November 17, 1910 Page: 3 of 10
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4 SYNOPSIS.
At a private view of the Chatworth
personal estate, to be sold sit auction, the
Crew Idol mysteriously disappears. Harry
Cressy, who was present, describes tne
rink' to his fiancee. Flora Gilsey, and lu-r
of Cls
si£L^aam£7
Creasy
chaperon, Mrs. Clara Britton.
like a heathen god, with a heautifm
being
jplitre set in me neuu. Flora meets Mr.
Kerr, an Englishman. In discussing th«
disappearance of the ring, the exploits 01
an English thief, Karrell Wand, are ie-
called. Kerr tells Flora that he has met
Harry somewhere, but cannot place him.
120.000 reward is offered for the return or
the ring. Harry takes Flora to a C hinese
goldsmith's to buy an engagement ring.
In exquisite sapphire set in a hoop of
brass is selected. Harry urges her not to
wear It until it is reset. The possession
of the ring seems to cast a spell over
Flora. She becomes uneasy and appre-
hensive. Flora is startled by the effect
sn Kerr when he gets a glimpse of the
last chance to save himself from cap-
tivity. She found she hadn't a thins
left unsaid, an argument left un-
The wind, which had fallen with ap-
proaching evening, was only a whis-
per among the trees. The greenish-
white bodies of statues in the shrub-
bery glowed ruddy. Gathering their
skirts from the grass that glittered
with the drops of the last shower
arm in arm the two women walked
down the broad central gravel drive
between ribbon beds of flowers. From
here numerous paths paved with
white stone went wandering under
snowball trees and wild apple, losing
themselves in shrubbery. Hut one
made a clear turn across the lawn ior
the rose-garden, where in the midst a
round pool of water lay like a flaming
bit of the sunset day. Among the
bushes, red and rose and white, the
elder woman in her black, the young-
er in her gown more glowing, with a
veil over her hair, walked,•and, loiter-
ing. looked down into the water, see-
en he gets a glimpse of the . f . reflected, and, bohind,
sapphire. The possibility that the stone ,ng their faces renecieu, .
Is part of the Crew idol causes Mora lhe tanKied brambles and the ciimson
Clara ^nsickln^fudrying room sky. They did not speak, but at ast
yi(.ra refuses to give or 1 their companionship was peaceful, was
perfect.
D her to keep it for a j^ud an(j shrill and shriller and
day or two. Ella Duller tells Flora that niercing, from the west wing
C a is setting, her cantor i^u.er, more ^g'verhanglng tUe garde,,.
Kerr, and suspects him of heing the
thief. She decides to return the ring^to
Harry, but he tells
Judge Buller.
Kerr anu .o «- o -
if the reward before unmaaklng th*
Koir and Clara confess their love for
each other. Clara is loilowed by a China-
man Harry admits to 1' lora that he
knew the ring was stolen. He attempIs
to take it from her. Mora *ops to the
San Mateo place with Mrs. Herrick and
writes Kerr and Clara to come.
CHAPTER XXI—Continued.
leaping.
It was plain to Flora from the mo-
ment she set foot over the threshold
that the house was to be 110 mean al-
ly of theirs, but Mrs. Herrick was
making It help them doubly in their
hard interval of waiting. Alone to-
gether with unspoken, unspeakable
things between them—things that for
mere deceny of honor could not be
uttered—with nothing but these to
think of, nothing but each other to
talk at, they must yet, in sheer
desperation and suspense, have inev-
itably burst out with question and
confession, had not the great house
been there to interpose its personali-
ty. And the way Mrs. Herrick was
making the most of that! The way
immediately, even before she had
shown anything, she began to revivi- |
fy the spirit of the place, as the two j
women stood with their hats not yet
off in the room that was to be Flora's
talking and looking out upon the
lawn!
And her silence, with her expres-
sive self as wtjll as with her words,
Mrs. Herrick was reanimating it all
the while they lunched and rested,
still in the upper rooms overlooking
the garden. And later, when they
made the tour of the house, she be-
gan unwinding from her memory in-
cidents of its early beginnings, pieces
of its Intimate, personal history, as
ore would make a friend familiar to
another friend. And these past his-
tories and the rcwra themselves were
leading Flora away out ot her anxious
self, were soothing her prying appre-
hensions, were giving her a detach-
ment In the present, till what she so
anticipated lay quiescent at the back
of her brain.
But It was there. And now and
then, when in' a gust of wind the
lights and shadows danced on the
dim, polished floors, it stirred; and
at the sound c? wheels on the drive
below It leaped, and all her fears
again were In her face. At such mo-
ments the two women did look deep-
ly at each other, and the suspense,
the premonition, hovered in Mrs. Mer-
rick's eyes. It was as unconscious,
as involuntary, as Flora's start at the
swinging of a door; but no question
crossed her lips. She let the matter
as severely alone as if it had been a
Jewel not her own. Yet, it came to
Flora all at once that here, for the
first time, she was with one to whom
she could have revealed the sapphire
on her neck and yet remain unchal-
lenged.
"Ah, you're too lovely!" she burst
out at last. "It is more than I deserve
that you should take it all like this,
as If there really wasn't anything."
The elder lady's eyes wavered a little
at the plain words.
"I'm too deeply doubtful of It to
take it any other way," she said.
"That is why I feel most guilty,"
Flora explained. "For dragging you
into it and then—bringing it into your
house." She glanced around at the
high, quiet, damasked room. "Such
a thing to happen here!"
"Ah, my dear"—Mrs. Herrick s
laugh was uncertain—"the things that
have happened here—the things that
have happened and been endured and
been forgotten! and see," she said,
laying her hand on one of the walls,
"the peace of It now!"
In spite of the consciousness of a
friendly presence in the house her
fears increased as the afternoon
waned, and her thoughts went back
to what she had left behind her, and
forward to what might be coming—
the one person whom she so longed
for, and bo dreaded to see. He might
be on his way now. He might at this
moment be hurrying down the hedged
lane from the station; and when he
should come, and when they two were
face to face.t there would be no other
"next time" for them. Everything
was crystalizing, getting hard. Every-
thing was getting too near the end
to be malleable any more. It was her
last chance to make him relinquish
h<a unworthy purpose; perhaps his
that set Flora's heart to
Startled apart, they listened
"Would that be—is that for you?
"1 think it's for me."
The words came from them simul-
taneously, and almost at the same in-
stant Flora had started across the
lawn. The sight of an aproned maid
coming out on the veranda and pee,
ing down the garden set her running
fleetly.
"It's a telephone for Miss Gilsey.^
the girl said.
"Oh, thank you," Flora panted
She knew so well the voice she had
expected at the other end of the
wire that the husky, boyish note
which reached her, attenuated by dis-
tance, struck her with dismay and
disappointment.
"Ella, oh, yes; yes; Ella." What
was she saying? Ella was using the
telephone as if it were a cabinet for
secrets.
"Clara told me you were down |
there," she was explaining. "1 saw
her this morning, yes. Well ami
she could hear Ella draw in her
breath—"I'm so relieved! 1 thought
you'd be, too, to know. I was per-
fectly right. She was- after him."
Flora faltered, "After whom?
There flashed through her mind more
than one person that, by this time,
Clara might possibly be after.
"Why, after papa, of course!" Ellas
injured surprise brought her back to
the romance of Judge Buller. Her
voice rose in sheer bewilderment.
"Well?"
Ella's voice rose triumphantly.
got it out of her myself. I just came
right out to her at last. She seemed
awfully surprised that 1 knew; but
she owned up to It, and what do you
think? I bought her off!"
"Bought her off?" Flora cried. Each
fact that Ella brought forth seemed
to her more preposterous than the
last.
"Why, yes, it's too ridiculous; what
do you think she wanted ?
At that question Flora's heart
seemed fairly to stand still. That was
the very question she had been ask-
ing herself for days, and asking in
vain.
Ella's voice was coming to her faint
oice from another world. "She
I
Let Us Be Continental.
i ing, saw both men, also uprisen, hang
hesitatingly, as if unready to be de-
| serted; yet with well filled glasses,
and newly smoking tocbaco, both were
caught.
Then Kerr, with a quick dash of his
hand, picked up his glass. "Let us be
continental," he begged, and followed
close at Flora's side. Without moving
his lips Kerr was speaking. "W hat
does this mean?"
She sensed the anger in his smoth-
ered voice, hut she dared not look at
him. ,, I
"I have no Idea; but I w ill see you.
"When?"
Her answer leaped to her mind and
her lips at the same moment
"In the rotunda when the house Is
quiet." , .
Harry had followed leisurely in
their wake. The Hush of haste had
subsided in his face, and when the
four regrouped themselves in t ie
high, darkly paneled room, among t
lights, Flora remarked 1,1s ex
inordinary composure
Bitter
he
matt'
• k rnro her Had 1 softening veil of her spiritual crisis
reach processioned before her 1 ad 1 , ^ ^ nmtol.ial fact> Had she
Clara already snappUthe trap of ^ ^ v(m U) uphoW me whUe
as a v ,
wanted that little, little picture—that
picture of the man called Farrell
Wand. Don't you remember, papa
mentioned it at supper that evening
at the club? Isn't it funny she remem-
bered it all this time? Well, she
wanted it dreadfully, but Harry
wanted it, too, and papa said he had
promised it to Harry; but I got it first
and gave it to her." Ella's voice end-
ed in a high note of triumph.
Flora's, if anything, rose higher in
despair. "Oh, Ella!"
"Doesn't it seem ridiculous," Ella
argued, "that if she really wanted him
she'd give him up for that?"
"Oh, no—I mean yes," Flora stam-
mered. "Yes, of course! thank you
Ella, very much—very much." The
last words were hardly audible. The
receiver fell jangling into its bracket,
and Flora leaned against the wall by
the telephone and closed her eyes.
For a moment all she could see was
Clara with that little, little picture.
How well she could remember how
Clara had looked that night of the
club supper!
From the moment Judge Buller had
spoken of the picture, how all three of
them had changed, Clara and Kerr
and Hari*y- Everything that had
seemed so phantasmal then, every-
thing she had put down as a figment
of her own imagination, had meant
just this plain fact. All three of
them had wanted the picture. For
his own reason, Kerr had turned aside
from the chase, but Harry had stood
with it to the last, and now, when
finally the prize had been assured to
him, Clara had it!
At this moment she had it in her
hand. At this moment she knew what
was the aspect of the figure in the pic-
ture, whether it showed a face, and,
if a face, whose. Flora's hands open-
ed and closed. "Oh," she whispered
to the great silence of the great house
awaiting him; "where is he? Why
Isn't he here?"
All those terrible things which
might ha happening beyond her
law upon Kerr
yet, what could be done to hold her
off'' Flora turned again to the tele-
phone. Slowly she took down the re-
ceiver and gave into the bright mouth-
piece of the instrument the number of
her own house.
Presently the voice of Shima spoke
to her. Mrs. Britton had gone out to
dinner.
"Tell her, Shima," Flora command-
ed, "tell her to come down on the
earliest train." She hesitated, then
finished in a firm voice. "Tell her not
to do anything until she has seen
me." , . ,,
Shima would tell her—hut Mrs.
Britton had been out all day. He did
not know when she would be back.
The words sounded ominous in
Flora's ears. She turned away. Was
everything to be finished just as she |
had light enough to move, but before
she had a chance?
The sound of spinning wheels on
the drive started her to fresh hope,
and sent her hurrying down the stair.
It was the phaeton returning from the
last train. Through the open door she
saw the figure of Mrs. Herrick expec-
tant on the veranda. Then the car-
riage came into the porte-cochere and
passed. With a rush she reached the
veranda, and stood there looking after
it She wouldn't believe her eyes-
she couldn't—that it had returned
again empty.
Mrs Herrick's voice was asking her,
"What shall we do? Shall we serve
dinner now. or wait a little longer?
"Oh, it's no use," Flora murmured,
"he won't come to-night. He'll never
come." She drooped against the tall
porch pillar.
"My poor child!" Mrs. Herrick took
her passive hand. If she read in the
profound discouragement of Flora's
face that something more had trans-
pired than a mere non-appearance, she
did not show it, but waited, alert and
quiet, while they gazed together out
over the darkening garden.
They clung to each other, peering
timorously down the drive. A little
gust of wind took the garden, and be-
fore the trees had ceased to tremble
and whiten a man had emerged from
their shadow and was advancing upon
them up the middle of the drive.
Flora's heart leaped at sight of him.
All her impulse was to fly to meet him.
but she felt Mrs. Herrick's hand tight-
1 meet a thief whom 1 love and wish
to protect. He's magnificent in all
other ways except for this one ob-
session," she knew Mrs. Herrick sim-
ply would have cried, "Impossible, out-
rageous!" Yet there they stood to-
gether, and as Flora looked at them
, she could not have told which was of
I lhe finer temper. Kerr's bearing was
so unruffled that It seemed as if h
J had flown too high to feel the storm
Flora was passing through. But.
when he turned toward her, in spit
of himself, there was eagerness in his
manner. He looked questionlngly at
her, as if no time had intervened, as
if a moment before he had said lo her
through the carriage window, "I will
give you 24 hours," and now her time
had come to speak.
It was the appearance of th
aproned maid that broke their unity
The last course was on the table, the
last taste of its pungent fruit essence
on their tongues—and what was the
girl!s errand now? The eye of her
mistress was inquiring.
"Some one has come, Mrs. Herrick.
The woman's proper formula seemed
to fail her. She looked as if she had
been frightened.
"Some one?" Mrs. Herrick showed
asperity. "What name?"
"He is coming in." As she spoke
the girl shrank a little to one side.
With his long coat open, hanging
from the armpits, with ruffled hair,
and lips apart, and from breathless-
ness a little smiling, Harry appeared
in the doorway. Kerr leaned forward.
Mrs. Herrick did not move. She was
facing the last, arrival and she was
smiling more flexibly, more naturally,
than Harry; but it was Flora who
found the first word.
"You! I—1 thought it was Clara."
She was struggling for nonchalance,
for poise, at this worst blow, so un-
expected.
"Clara won't be down," Harry said,
advancing. "How d'ye do, Mrs. Her-
rick? How d'ye do, Kerr?"
"How d'ye do?" said the English-
man, without rising.
Flora gripped the arms of her chair
to keep from springing up in sheer
nervous terror. A possible purpose in
Harry's coming, that even Mrs. Her-
rick's presence would not defer, shot
through her mind. Was he alone? Or
for
night be; but all the nervousness, sus-
picion. uneasiness, that he had shown
late had vanished. There was a
remendous confidence about him, the
mfidence of the player who holds
.irds that must win the game, and
sits hack waiting for his moment.
But she was ready to laugh at him
his security. He had underestl-
d his opponent. 1,1 spite of him
he was to have her meeting with
Kerr1 Harry had waited too long to
prevent that, whatever he might do
afterward, in this inspired moment
she felt herself touching conquering
heights which before she had only
touched in imagination. She felt
enough power in herself to move even
such a mountain of obstinacy as Kerr.
She stole a look at him—a look of
glad intelligence. He understood as if
she had spoken. They were to meet,
while all the house slept fast, to meet
for his great renunciation. Then, In
the morning, when Harry was ready
with whatever move he was holding
back Kerr would be gone. There
would be no Kerr—but she must not
think of that! She glanced at him
again in the thick of the talk, and
caught ills
sh
I
lours before, she and Mi
ad talked, Flora waited, fully dressed.
It had been early when they had sepa-
rated The strain of the four togeth-
t had been terrific; and she was still
eeling it., though an hour had passed.
She was feeling that, now her situa-
tion was upon her, she was alone.
Mrs. Herrick could only be near her, |
not with her, and Kerr was still an un-
known quantity—except that ho was
fire.
And there was llarry, with his ter-
rible certainty, and no apparent thing
to account for it. it could not be
then' were men In the house without
the servants remarking it; but In the
garden? She peered out upon it. Only
tree shadows moved upon the lawn.
Nothing glimmered in the walks or
drives. The solitude held her like an
enchantment. She listened for the
long as she had the sapphire upon
her. She recalled fearfully the mo-
ment when she had crouched against
the window with her hand protecting
the jewel, and Harry's hand grasping
her wrist, lie would know well enough
where to find it now. Oh, the restless
uncoiicealable thing! Where could
she hide It?
Site took the pear shaped pouch
that swung always before her on her
long gold chain She had repudiated
that hiding-place before, but now the
more obvious the better now that
both men supposed she carried th
jewel far hidden out of Bight. With-
out removing from the bed where sl.e
was crouched, cramped and cold, she
made the exchange, leaving the chain
still around her neck, dropping the
jewel into the pouch, where it would
swing free, so carelessly dangling as
to be beyond suspicion, but never be-
yond tile reach of her hand.
It was a pale, splendid dawning full
of clouds when she fell asleep.
Broad sunlight filled her room when
she was awakened by a knocking at
her door. She sprang from the lied
and went to It. She was not to b«
come in upon by any unwelcome vis-
itor. But it was Mrs. Herrick; and
Flora, with a murmur of relief, since
this was the one person she did want
to see, drew her Inside.
"Why, my child, you haven t. slept,
at least not properly." Mrs. Herrick
herself looked anxious and weary.
"I've come to tell you that Mrs. Brit-
ton Is here. She came an hour ago."
"Where is she?"
"In the breakfast-room with Mr.
Cressy."
"Oh," Flora cried, "you know I
didn't expect them. 1 didn't want
them. It wasn't for them I asked you
urlit ills eye upon her. puzzled, and, j to come.
! thought." with a glimmer of doubt. "But can't you tell me what it Is
■ i .r * Kftme eieht you're afraid of? the other tirged-
,1 the loom w , . iTorrick "Between us can't we prevent it? Is
lu.fnro she and Mrs. nerrica .... __ , .
there nothing I can do to help you?"
"Ah, if you knew how much you
have already helped me by just being
here."
Her companion laughed a little.
"Can't I do something more active
than that?"
Flora pondered. "Where is Mr.
Kerr?"
"In the garden, in the willow walk."
"Do you think you enn manage that
the others don't get at him?"
"I can; it he doesn't want to get at
them," Mrs. Herrick replied. "Against
a man like that, my dear," she aimed
it gravely at Flora, "one can do noth-
ing."
But Flora had no answer for the
warning. "I must see Clara immedi-
ately," she said.
"But not without breakfast," Mrs.
Herrick protested. "I will send you
small sounds in the house, to ceaBe. , - B()mejhlnK Romember that she
I never abuses herself, so she's always
fresh—and so she's always equal to
were there others—men here
en unon her wrist as if it divined her fearf„i purpose—waiting beyond in the
madness. i hail? But Harry had turned his back
His light stick aswing in his hand, j upon the door behind him with a
his step free and incautious as ever, | finality that declared whatever dan-
rav and slender and seeming to look ger had come into the house was com-
1 " . it. * V..1. i , i.. Ulr. n icnnf>fl
for the lights in the lower
out, proclaiming all the servants were
in bed. Even after the stillness she
waited—waited to be sure it was the
long stillness.
Finally she crept to the door and
opened it boldly wide.
She stood where she was upon t.ho
threshold trembling in a cruel fright.
A gas-jet burning far up at the end
of the hall, threw a dim light down
the pale, pinkish, naked vista, void of
furniture, window or curtain; and,
leaning against the blank wall almost
opposite her door, and directly facing
her, was Harry.
Without speaking they looked at
each other. He was fully dressed, but
lacking his shoes, as she noted in the
acuteness of her startled senses. The
furtive suggestion of those shoeless
feet struck her with horror—formless,
unreasoning. It was like an evil
dream to find him there, stolen to her
door in the night, waiting outside it
without a sound, looking her steadily,
hardily in the eye without a word.
She tried to speak, but, with terror
sobbing in her throat, the words
failed. She made a step forward with
a crazy impulse to rush past him.
He straightened, with a quick move-
ment toward her. She recoiled before
him, precipitately retreated, closed
the door, shot the bolt, and leaned, for
faintness, against the wall. She ex-
pected each moment to hear him tap.
She neither heard a knock nor the
sound of soft, departing feet. He was
still there! He was on guard! He had
had good reason for his terrible eer-
the occasion."
Mrs. Herrick went. Flora looked
into the mirror. Almost for the first
time in ten days she thought of her
appearance. If it was, as Mrs. Her-
rick said, a factor of success, some-
thing must be done for it, for it was
dreadful. The best she could do re-
vived a pale replica of the vivid crea-
ture who had been wont to regard her
from her glass. Yet her black gown,
thin and trailing far behind her, and
her hair wound high, by very force
of their contrasted color, gave her a
real brilliance as they gave her a
seeming height. But she descended
to the breakfast-room with trepida-
tion, and stood a full minute before
the door gathering courage to go in.
When she did open it, it was so
suddenly that both occupants faced
her with a start. They were stand-
ing close together, and between them,
on the glare of the white table-cloth,
lay a little heap of gold. As they
peered at her she saw that both were
highly excited, but in Clara it showed
like a cold sparkle; in Harry it
gloomed like a menace. His hand
hovered, clenched, above the money
in a panic of irresolution; then, as if
with an involuntary relax of nerves,
opened and let fall one last piece of
gold. Like a flash the whole disap-
peared in a sweep of Clara's hand. It
passed before Flora's eyes like a
prestidigitator's trick, so rapid as to
seem unreal, and left her staring. Har-
ry gave Clara a look, half suspicious.
tainty! He had foreseen what her : hal{ entreating; and then, to Flora's
plan might be, and she knew he would astonishment, turned away without
more let her get past him down j wopd t0 ^her 0f them.
gr
more at
the ground than at them, the j plete in his pre
two women watched him drawing
near His was the seeming of a quiet
guest at the quietest of house parties.
To meet him Flora saw she must meet
him on the high ground of his reserve.
As he came under the light of the
porte-cochere his look, his greeting,
his hand, were first for Mrs. Herrick.
"We were afraid we had missed you
altogether," said she.
"It was I who somehow missed your
carriage, was hardly expecting to be
expected at such an hour.
Flora watched them meeting each
other so gallantly with a trembling
compunction. Mrs. Herrick, who
trusted her, was giving her hand in
sublime ignorance. It was vain that
Flora told herself she had given warn-
I Iqk She knew ilia had thrown tha
I've dined, thanks," he said, but,
stripping off his greatcoat, accepted
a chair and the glass of cordial Mrs.
Herrick offered him. The ruddy, hard
quality of his face, were it divested
of its present smile, Flora thought,
might well have frightened the maid;
but, for all that, it was not so im-
placable as Kerr's face confronting it.
The look with which he met the in-
trusion had a quality more bitter than
the challenge of an antagonist, more
jealous than a mere lover's; and that
bitterness, that Jealousy which was
between them came out stlngingly
through their small pleasantness,
could not be, Flora thought In terror,
that Mrs. Herrick intended to leave
these two enemies to each other! Mrs,
Harric.k had risen: and Flora, follow-
the hall than the turnkey will let the j
wretched prisoner escape.
CHAPTER XXII.
Clara's Market.
All night she sat awake huddled un-
der her greatcoat in the chilly dark-
ness. She could not lie down, she
could not close her eyes. At long in-
tervals she heard the tread of unshod
feet along the hall, and then she held
her breath lest at her slightest stir
they approached her door. Why, since
he wanted the sapphire, hadn't he
tried to get it from her when he had
had her unawares, upon her threshold
with the house asleep? It began to
seem to her as if he were waiting, as
if he were forced to wait, for some ap-
pointed moment. She knew if it were
bis moment It would be herg. too. as
Clara stood still, even after the
door had closed upon Harry, and odd-
ly, and rather horribly, she wore the
same aspect she had worn the day
when she had looked Intently and ab-
sorbedly upon the rifled contents of
Flora's room.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Immense Leather Belt.
The largest leather belt ever made
was completed recently by a New
York manufacturer for a Louisiana
lumber company. It was 243 feet long,
six feet wide and three-ply thick. The
hides of 540 steers were utilized in
the manufacture of the belt. As its
delivery was a matter of urgency, the
great roll of leather was shipped by
express, and the bill for this aervlc*
waa 1243.87.
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Sprague, G. E. The Hennessey Clipper (Hennessey, Okla.), Vol. 21, No. 27, Ed. 1 Thursday, November 17, 1910, newspaper, November 17, 1910; Hennessey, Oklahoma. (https://gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc105735/m1/3/: accessed April 25, 2024), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, https://gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.