The Hennessey Clipper (Hennessey, Okla.), Vol. 21, No. 28, Ed. 1 Thursday, November 24, 1910 Page: 3 of 8
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At a private view of the Chatworth
personal estate, to be sold at auction, the
Crew Idol mysteriously disappears. Harry
Creasy, who waa present, describes the
ring to his fiancee, Flora Gilsey, and lier
chaperon, Mrs. Clara Britton, as being
like a heathen god, with a beautiful sap-
phire set in the head. Flora meets Mr.
Kerr, an Englishman. In discussing the
disappearance of the ring, the exploits of
*n English thief, Farreil Wand, are re-
called. Kerr tells Flora that he has met
Harry somewhere, but cannot place him.
$30,(WO reward is offered for the return of
the ring. Harry takes Flora to a Chinese
Goldsmith's to buy an engagement ring.
An exquisite sapphire set in a hoop of
brass Is selected. Harry urges her not to
wear It untij it is reset. The possession
•of the ring seems to cast a spell over
Flora. She becomes uneasy anil appre-
hensive. Flora is startled by the effect
on Kerr when he gets a glimpse of the
samphire. The possibility that the stone
Is part of the Crew Idol causes Flora
«nuch anxiety. Unseen, Flora discovers
Clara ransacking her dressing room.
Flora refuses to give or sell the stone to
Kerr, and suspects him of being the
thief. She decides to return the ring to
Harry, but he tells her to keep it for a
day or two. Ella Buller tells Flora that
Clara Is setting her cap for her father,
Judge Buller. Flora believes Harry sus-
pects Kerr and is waiting to make sure
of the reward before unmasking the thief.
Kerr and Clara confess their love for
each other. Clara Is followed by a China-
man. Harry admits to Flora that he
knew the ring was stolen. He attempts
to take It from her. Flora goes to the
Ban Mateo place with Mrs. Herrick and
writes Kerr and Clara to come. Ella Bul-
ler bribes Clara to leave the judge alone,
by giving her a picture of Farreil Wand.
Kerr ana Harry unexpectedly arrive at
"Good morning," she said, and,
pushing up her little misty veil, sat
down with her back to the deserted
breakfast table, and waited meekly
like one who has been summoned.
"I am very glad you've come," Flora
said. Her wits were still all a-flutter
from the appearance of that little
heap of gold. She came forward and
•tood In Harry's place. She was face
to face with the person and the ques-
tion, but before the great import of it,
and before the marble front of Clara's
patience she felt helpless. There was
silence In the room, perfect silence In
the garden; but moving along the
hedged walk all at once she saw the
flutter of Mrs. Herrlck's gown, and
then In profile Kerr beside her. The
■ight of him gave her her proper In-
spiration. She turned upon Clara.
"What are you going to do with the
picture of Farreil Wand?"
For the first time Bhe saw Clara
startled. Her lips parted, and the
breath that came and went between
them was audible. But she was her-
self again before she spoke. "Do with
It? Why, I don't know." Her fingers
drummed the table.
"Whatever you do," Flora began,
"please, oh, please don't do anything
Clara's eyebrows rose like graceful
swallows. "You seem to anticipate pret-
ty clearly what I am going to do."
"I suppose you're going to do what
any one would who had a clew and
could bring a person to justice," Flora
candidly responded. "But If ever I
have made anything easy for you,
Clara, won't you this time make it
easy for me? I'm not asking you to
give up the picture, I'm only asking t and the white aura of her veil, waited
you to wait.'
Clara nodded toward the window,
through which Kerr could still be
seen with Mrs. Herrick. "On account
"On account of him."
For the first time Clara Bmiled. It
crept out upon her face, as it were
Involuntarily, but she sat there smil-
ing in contemplation for quite ten
seconds. At last, "You want me to
suppress my information? My dear
Flora, don't you think you want me
to do more than is honest?"
"Honest!" Flora cried. The words
sounded hideous to her on Clara's
tongue; and yet what right had she,
she thought with shame, to judge of
Clara's honesty when she herself was
leagued with a thief? "Clara," she
said humbly, before this upholder of
the right, "I can't pretend I'm not
suppressing things. I've only asked
you to see me before you do anything
more. Now, you've come. Will you
tell me one thing—did you bring the
picture with you?"
Clara weighed It. "Well, if I did—"
This was the considering Clara, and
Flora realized whatever she could ex-
pect from her she couldn't expect
mercy. It was another thing she must
"Clara," she urged, "wait three
days, and you shall have the whole
of it. You have only the picture now.
You shall have the jewel, too. Then
you can get the reward and still be—
She let the word fall into the si-
lence fearfully, as if she were afraid
Clara might detect its sneer. But
this time Clara neither smiled nor
"It isn't the reward I'm thinking
about. That's really very little, con-
"Twenty thousand dollars!"
"Would that be much to you?"
"No," Flora admitted; "at least I
mean I could pay It."
"Well, then," Clara triumphed, "why,
the picture alone, if it's worth any-
thing, is worth more than that." With
a bird-like lifting of the head she gave
a sidelong interrogative glance.
Flora, for a moment, steadily re-
turned the look. It was coming over
her what Clara meant; a meaning so
simple it was absurd she had not
thought of It before—so hateful that
It was all she could do to face it. She
felt a tightness in her throat that was
not tears. Shame and anger contended
in her. Oh, for the power to have re-
fused that shameful bargain—to have
scorned it! She turned away. She
closed her eyes. In her mind she
saw the figure of Kerr moving quietly
about the winding walks with Mrs.
Herrick. She faced sharply about.
"What Is It worth to you?"
Clara put her off with the last
sweet meekness of her cleverness.
"Whatever it's worth to you—
Flora was In command of herself
now. "There are some things I can-
not set a price on. If this Is what
you have come down for, we are Bim-
ply waiting for you to name it." She
looked over Clara's head. She had
stood abashed when Clara had put
on the majesty of right, but now it
was Clara herself who was abashed,
not at the thing itself, but at the fact
of having to utter it. She sat grasp-
ing one of her gloves in her doubled
fist; and, leaning forward, with her
eyes like Jewels in her little pale face
It Worth to You?
as if she thought that by some si-
lent agency of understanding Flora
would presently take up a pen and
write the desired figure in her check-
But Flora stood Inexorable, straight
and black, crowned with her helmet
of gleaming hair; and, with her hands
behind her, looked over Clara's head
through the window into the garden.
She would not help Clara gloss over
this ugly fact.
A curious grimace distorted Clara's
features, as if with an efTort she
gulped something bitter, and then into
the silence her voice fell—a gasp, a
All sums had become the same to
Flora, even her year's income. As if
she were verily afraid Clara might
take it hack, she turned precipitately
to a writing-table. But Clara had
risen, and though still pale, in a meas-
ure she seemed to have recovered her-
"Walt. I can't give it to you now.
I will meet you here ..i two hours and
bring the picture. You can let me
have It then."
"Oh, two hours!" Flora objected.
But Clara was firm. "No, I can't
bring it sooner. It will make no differ-
ence in your affair." She was panting
in her excitement. "In two hours you
shall have the picture here. I prom-
"Very well, in two hours—but take
this now. I would rather you did."
Clara reached the tips of her fin-
gers, touched the paper—and then It
was no longer in Flora's hand, and
Clara was walking from her across
I<eft alone, Flora glanced rapidly
around her. Now for a sally, now for
a dash straight for Kerr. The short-
est way was what she wanted. Open-
ing doors lately had led to too many
surprises. She pushed aside the long
curtains and stepped out through the
French window upon the veranda.
A hundred yards distant she saw
the two standing. Kerr presented his
back, and with his head a little canted
forward seemed to listen, absorbed in
his companion. But that companion
was a smaller figure than Mrs. Her-
rlck's, and her veil made an aura of
filmy white around her face. The
sight of her was cpough to stop Flora
short, and in that instant Harry, mak-
ing a cut across the flower-beds,
caught up with her. He stopped as
abruptly as she, and gazed with a
dismay that surpassed her own. For
an instant she thought he was about
to make a dash down the walk for
them. Then he caught Flora's hand
and pulled her back. There was no
help for It, she thought. Her olher
hand crept downward stealthily and
gathered up her swinging pouch of
gold. Trembling, she let him drag her
back, but when they faced each other
behind the plumes and swords of a
great pampas clump she was shocked
at the emotion in his face; and as if
what he had just seen had given the
last touch, his voice had risen a key,
and between every half-dozen words it
broke for breath.
"Look here, Flora," he began; "I
know you've been trying to give me
the slip ever since night before last.
I frightened you then. I didn't mean
to, but you had no business to keep
the ring after what I told you. No,
I'm not going to touch you," as she
shrank back against the pampas
swords, "but I want you to give it to
me, yourself, right here and now."
She looked up into his face, burning
fiery in the sun beating down on his
bare head. "No, no, Harry; I shan't
give it to you. Last time I said I
would give it to you for a good rea-
son, but now I wouldn't give it to you
"You don't know what you're do-
ing," he cried.
"I do; I know as well as you that
this is a part of the Crew Idol. I've
known it all along, and when the time
comes I'm going to give It myself to
Mr. Purdie, but not until that time."
Harry passed his hand over his face
with an inarticulate sound. Then,
"You will ruin us!" he choked.
"I shall tell the truth, whatever
comes," she exulted. To tell the truth
and keep on telling it—that, in her
passion of relief at speaking out at
last, was all she wanted! But Harry
fell back. He changed countenance.
He recovered himself.
"Look here, Flora; if you do I'm go-
ing to leave you. I'm going to leave
you to what you've chosen."
She met it steadily. "I'm glad you
say so. I've been thinking for days
that It would be better so."
"Have you?" he said In a low voice,
looking at her earnestly. "Of course,
I know the reason of that. I meant
it to be different, but now there's no
With a motion too quick for her to
escape he stooped and kissed her
lightly. To that moment she had
pitied him, but his touch she loathed.
She thrust him away with both hands.
He turned. Without speaking, with-
out looking at her again, he walked
away. She watched him with a des-
perate feeling of being abandoned, of
losing something powerful and valu-
able. The faint, thin screech of a lo-
comotive from a station far down the
line made him pause, and turn, and
gaze under his hand In the strong
sun. So for a moment she ni him,
a lowering, peering figure moving
away from her over the lawn between
broad flower-beds. Then he disap-
peared among the shrubber*.
This eniounter, that had stopped
her in full open field, had not been
the fatal thing she had feared. It
had been a peril met that nerved her
to a higher courage. Now she could
walk gallantly to the most uncertain
moment of her life. Between the glim-
mering willows down the long avenue
she passed, her flowing draperies
borne backwards as by triumphant
airs. The wind of her approach
seemed to reach the two still far In
front of her.
They turned and watched her draw-
ing nearer, and before she had quite
reached them Kerr stretched out his
hand as if to help her over a last
rough place, and drew her toward him
and held her beside him with his fin-
gers lightly clasped around her wrist.
She saw that he looked pale, worn, as
he had not been last night, and, what
struck her most strangely, angry. The
hand that held hers shook with the
violent pulse that was beating in it.
He turned to Clara.
"Will you pardon us, Mrs. Britton?"
Then after another patient moment,
"Miss Gilsey has something to say
to me." Still he made no motion to
move away, and at last Clara seemed
to understand what was expected of
her. She flushed, and in the middle
of that color her eyes flashed double
steel. For the first time in Flora's
memory she was at a loss. She passed
them without a word.
Kerr looked after the little brilliant
figure, moving daintily away through
sun and shadow, with deep disgust In
his face. But when he turned to
Flora disgust lifted to high severity.
"Why didn't you come, last night?"
"I couldn't. He was there, Harry,
outside my door."
"In God's name! What did you tell
"Nothing. We did not speak—but I
couldn't get past him!" The suspic-
ion in his face was more than she
could bear. "You must believe me—
for. if you don't, we're both lost!"
He had her by both wrists, now. and
gently made her face him "I have
believed in you to the extent of com-
ing alone to a place I know nothing
of, because you wanted me. Now that
I am here, what is it you have to say
"Oh, nothing more than I have said
before," she pleaded; "only that, ten
times more earnestly."
"You extraordinary child!" At first,
he was pure amazement. "You've
brought me so far, you've come so far
yourself—you've got us both here in
such danger, to tell me only this?
How could you be so mad—so cruel?"
She had locked her hands in front
of her until the nails showed white
with the pressure. "It was more dan-
gerous there than here. You don't
know what has happened since I saw
you. And I thought if you and I could
only be alone together, without the
fear of them always between us, I
could show you, I could persuade
you—" Before his look she broke
down. "Well—you see, they followed
us—they are here."
"Grant it, they are." He seemed to
laugh at them. "You have still your
chance. Give everything to me and
I can save you still."
"'Save me?' Oh, nothing could hap-
pen to me so terrible as having you
break my heart like this! If I should
give the sapphire to you I should
lose you—even the thought of you—
for ever. Nothing could ever be right
with us again! Won't you—" she
pleaded, "won't you go?" and lifting
her hands, taking his face between
them. "Won't you, because I love
He stood steady to this assault, and
smiled down upon her. "Without you
and without it 1 will not budge. Come
now, this is the end. I never meant
to do another thing."
She covered her face with her
"Come, come." His voice was urg-
ing her, now very gentle. "It's more
for your sake than for the Jewel now."
And his arm around her shoulder Was
gently forcing her to walk beside him
not toward the drive, but away into
the tree-grown sheltered wing of the
garden. By Interlacing paths, from
the tremulous gray willows under the
somber, clashing eucalyptus spears,
under dark wings of cypress they
were moving. She was bracing in
every nerve against the unnerving of
"Where have you got it now?" she
heard him asking, and she pointed
downward toward where the pouch
at her knee was swinging to and fro.
"Take it up, then," and like a hipno-
tized creature she gathered it into her
hand. But, once she had it, she held
It clenched against him.
"You're goin^ to give it to me," he
prompted, "aren't you?—aren't you?"
and looking steadily in her face his
hand shut softly on her wrist, and
held out her clenched hand in front of
her. And still they walked, slowly.
Like a pendulum the long gold chain
swung from her clenched fingers. To
the tree-top birds they seemed as
quiet as two lovers speaking of their
wedding-day. She felt her tension
give way in this quiet—her hand re-
"Dearest." The word brought up
her eyes to his with a start of tender-
ness. "Open it." he said, and her
hand, involuntarily, sprung the pouch
wide. They stared together into it
The little hollow golden shell was
For a moment it held her Incred-
ulous. Then, faint and sick, all the
foundations of her faith reeling, she
slowly ralsefl her eyes to him In ac-
cusation. She was not ready for the
terrible sternnesB in bit
"Have you lied to me?" he asked
in a low voice. "Have you given it to
"No, no, no," she cried in horror.
"It was there! I put It there myself
this morning!" They looked at each
other now equally sincere and aghast.
"But you have seen him; you've
been near him?" he demanded.
She gasped out the whole truth.
"This morning! He left me. He
"Then, my God, where Is he?" He
gave a wide glance around him. Then
raising his voice, "Stay where you
are!" he commanded, and began to
run from her through the trees.
She stood with her hand to her
breast, with the empty pouch spin-
ning in front of her. hearing him
crashing in the shrubbery. Then, in
sudden panic at finding herself alone,
she fled back down the willow avenue,
and burst out on the broad drive in
full view of the house.
Kerr was not in sight, but there
was a tremor of disturbance where
all had been still. Clara's face ap-
peared at one of the upper windows
and looked down Into the garden.
Then Mrs. Herrick came down the
stairs, and. showing an anxious pro-
file as she passed the door, htirried
away along the lower hall. There was
a flutter in the servants' quarter, and
from a side door the coachman ap-
peared hatless, in his shirt sleeves,
and ran toward the stable. All the
people of the house seemed to be run-
ning to and fro, but she didn't see
Harry. This struck her with unrea-
soning terror. She fled up the drive,
and Clara's small face at the window
As she came into the hall she heard
Kerr's voice. He was at the tele-
phone speaking names she had never
heard In sentences whose meaning
was too much for her stunned senses
to take in; but none the less while
she listened the feeling crept over her
that there was some strange revo-
lution taking place in him. It might
be transformation; it might be only
a swift increase of his original power.
Whatever it was, he seemed to her
superhuman. The house was full of
him—full of his rapid movement, his
ringing orders. If he knew that the
sapphire was gone, what was the
meaning of this bold command? Was
he, knowing all lost, plunging gallant-
ly into the clutches of his enemies? Or
was this only a blind, a splendid piece
of effrontery to cover his too long de-
layed retreat? She sat like a joint-
less thing on the fauteuil in the large
hall, and all at once she saw him In
front of her.
She looked at his hat, his overcoat,
his slim, glittering stick—all symbols
"Wait here," he said, and turned
The Comic Mask.
She listened to the sound of wheels,
first rattling loud on the gravel,
slowly growing fainter. Then stillness
was with her again, and inanition.
She looked around and up, and had
no start at seeing Clara's small face
watching her over the gallery of the
rotunda. It seemed to her that ap-
pearance was natural to her existence
now, like her shadow. She looked
away. When she raised her eyes
again Clara was coming down the
stairs, and even at that distance Flora
saw she carried something in her
hand—something flat and small and
wrapped in a filmy bit of paper.
Out of the chaos of her feeling rose
the solitary thought—the picture
which she had bought that morning,
the picture of Farreil Wand. She
watched it drawing near her with
wonder. She sat up trembling She
had a great longing and a horror to
tear away the filmy paper and see
Kerr at last brutally revealed. She
could not have told afterward whether
Clara spoke to her. She was con-
scious of her pausiug; conscious of
the faint rustle of her skirt passing;
conscious, finally, that the small
swathed square was In her hand.
She tore the tissue paper through.
She held a photograph, a mounted ko-
dak print. She made out the back-
ground to be sky and water and the
rail of a ship with silhouettes of
heads and shoulders, a jungle of
black; and in the middle distance
caught In full motion the single figure
of a man, back turned and head in
profile. He was moving from her out
of the picture, and with the first look
she knew it was not Kerr.
Her first thought was that there
had been a trick played on her! But
no—-across the bottom of the picture,
In Judge Butler's full round hand, was
written, "Farreil Wand boarding the
Loch Ettlve." She held it high to the
light. Clara had been faithful to her
bargain. It was the picture that had
deceived her. She studied It with
passionate earnestness. She did not
know the bearded profile; but In the
burly shoulders, In the set and swing
of the body In motion, more than all
In the lowering, peering aspect of the
w hole figure, she began to see a fa-
miliar something. She held It away
from her by both thin edges, and that
aspect swelled and swelled in her
startled eyes, until suddenly the fig-
ure in the picture seemed to be mov-
ing from her, not up a gang-plank, but
through a glare of sun over grass be-
tween broad beds of flowers.
She was faint. She was going t*
fall. She caught at the chair to gar#
herself, and still she was dropping
down, down, Into a gulf of spinning
darkness. "Oh, Harry!" she whisper-
ed, and let her head roll back against
the arm of the fauteuil.
With a dim sense of rising through
immeasurable distances back to light
she opened her eyes. She saw Mrs.
Herrlck's face, and as this was con-
nected in her mind with protection
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Dissatisfied with Results.
"Brother Hardesty, how much are
you going to give to the missionary
cause next year?" asked the pastor
of the congregation.
"I don't know, elder," answered
Deacon Hardesty. "I'm getting kind
o' discouraged. I've been giving
money for the benefit of the heathen
for the last 45 years, regular, and
there seem to be more of 'em now
She Caught at th« Chair to 8av* Herself.
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