The Hennessey Clipper (Hennessey, Okla.), Vol. 21, No. 29, Ed. 1 Thursday, December 1, 1910 Page: 3 of 8
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At a private view of the C! twrth
personal estate, to be sold at aw ti n. t ••
.'row Idol mysteriously d:sapp> us Harry
Cre3sy, who was present. describes the
rini? to his fiancee, l-'iora • !ils«v, and >• r
ohaperon. Mrs. Clara Britton. as luini?
like a heathen god, with a beautiful ^'1'"
phire set in the head. I'lora nn> ts •N'.r
Kerr, an Englishman. In discussing the
disappearance of the ring, th«• < xploiis "l
an English thief. Farrell Wand are re-
called. Kerr tells Flora that lie lias met
Harry somewhere, but cannot place htm. «n en*iv to oonslrtpr
I2U.U00 reward is offered for the return of MU nu> /° consider
the rlnp. Harry takes Flora to a Chinese back, «bo declared.
goldsmith's to buy an engagement ring. ; T*niu,i.j i,v uOP naqnrnncp
An exquisite sapphire set in a hoop of ' pneld b> nor 11 lends assurance,
brass is selected. Harry urges her not to Flora found the enduranc
wear it until it is reset. The possession
of the ring seems to cast a spell
facts the t\\
as if to make
"I don't even know
Flora said faintly.
Mrs. Herrick gave her a quick
glance. She had not a moment's hes-
itation as to whom the "he" meant.
"You will have to ask him when he
"Do you think he will come back?"
Mrs. Herrick had the heart to smile.
"Hut think of what I have done. I
' have lost him the sapphire, and he
loves it—loves it as much as lie does
Again the glance. "Did he tell you
Flora nodded. The other seemed
intently to consider. "He will come
Flora. She becomes uneasy and appre-
hensive. Flora is startled by the effect
on Kerr when he gets a glimpse of the
sapphire. The possibility that the stone
is part of tlie Crew Idol eauses rlora
much 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 was now in abeyance. She lived in
Harry, but he tells her to Uc'eP J). f(?[ emotion, but with a tantalizing sense
day or two. Ella Buller tells Mora that • , . , ,
Clara is setting her cap for her father, | of something unexplained which her
Judge Buller. Flora believes Harry sus-
to spend the day, an empty, stagnant
day, in moving about a house and
garden where a few hours ago had
passed such a storm of events. She
reviewed them, lived them over again,
but without taking account of them.
Her mind, that had worked so sharply,
understanding had not the power to
reach out to and grasp. For a day
more she existed under the same roof
with Clara, for Clara stayed on.
At first it seemed to Flora extraord-
inary that she dared, hut presently it
began to appear how much more ex-
traordinary ' it would have been if
Clara had promptly fled. By waiting
a discreet length of time, as if noth-
ing had happened, she put herself in-
dubitably on the right side of things.
Indeed, when one thought, had she
ever been legally off it?
That was the very horror. Clara
had simply turned the situation over
asked her. Then she opened her ®y®8 and seen its market value, and how
wide and saw the walls and the h gh- enormousiy Rhe ^ad made it pay!
arched ceiling of the hall direct y pjora herself had paid; and she had
above her, knew herself lying on tie seen the evidence that Harry had
floor, saw above her the figure o paj(j paid for his poor little hour of
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 < hina-
man. Harrv admits to Flora that he
knew the ring was stolen, lie attempts
to take it from her. Mora goes to the
Ban Mateo place with Mrs. Herrick and
writes Kerr and Clara to come. Ella Mil-
ler bribes Clara to leave the judge alone,
by giving her a picture of Farrell \Vand.
Kerr and Harry unexpectedly arrive at
Fan Mateo. Flora buys the picture of
F-u-reil Wand from «'lam for $r o.nno. ...
misses her ring nft*r TTarrv had ptM
farewell to her. Kerr starts in pursuit
of Harry. •
"Do you feel better?" Mrs. Herrick
Clara, standing with a bottle of salts,
and then remembered; and, with a
moan, buried her face in Mrs. Her-
rick's lap. "Oh, no, no, no; don't
bring ine back; I don't want to come
Their voices sounding high above
her were speaking. Mrs. Herrick said:
"What is -that?" Then Clara mur-
mured. Then there was the light
Rustling of paper. Flora moved her
"Give it to me; I want it." She felt
the stiff little square of cardboard be-
tween her fingers, and closed them
around It fast.
After a little she went upstairs hold-
ing tight to the baluster with one
hand and to Mrs. Herrick with the
other. After a little of sitting on the
edge of her bed she lay down, still
holding to Mrs. Herrick. She felt as
tlmugh some cord within her had been
drawn tight, too tight to endure,, and
every moment she hoped it would
snap and set her free.
"You don't think I'm mad, do you?"
she asked. Her friend earnestly dis-
claimed It. "Then things are," Flora
said, "everything. Oh, oh!" The
memory overwhelmed her. "He took
me there as if by chance! He gave
the sapphire to me for my engage-
ment ring. Oh, dreadful! Oh, poor
All that afternoon and all night she
slept fitfully, starting up at intervals,
trembling at nameless horrors.
She wakened languid and weak. She
lay looking about the room, and, like
a person recovering after a heavy
blow, wondered what had happened.
Then her hand, as with her first
waking thought it had done for the
last week, went to the locket chain
around her neck. Oh, yes, yes; she
had forgotten. The sapphire was
gone. Gone by fraud, gone at a kiss
for ever with Harry—no, with Farrell
For Harry was not Harry; and Kerr
was not Farrell Wand. He was In-
deed an unknown quantity. Since she
had found Harry she had lost both
Kerr's name and his place In her
She sat up quickened with humilia-
tion. The thing was not a tragedy, It
was a grotesque. Blushing more and
more crimson, struggling with strange
mingled crying and laughter, she
slipped out of the bed, and, still in her
night-gown, ran down the hall, and
knocked on Mrs. Herrick's door, un-
til the dismayed lady opened it.
"I thought it was he," Flora gasped.
"I thought it was he who had taken
the ring! Why didn't he tell me?
Why did he keep it secret? I would
done anything to have saved it for
him, and I let Harry get it! Oh, isn't
it cruel? Isn't it pitiful? Isn't it ri-
Mrs. Herrick, who, for the last 36
hours, had so departed from her cur-
riculum of safety, and courageously
met many strange appearances, now
was to hear stranger facts. For Flora
had let go completely, and Mrs. Her-
rick, without hinting at hysterics, let
her laugh, let her cry, let her tell
piece by piece, as she could, the story
of the two men, from the night when
Kerr had spoken so strangely at the
club on the virtues of thieves to the
moment when, in the willow walk,
they discovered that the jewel was
gone. Clara's part in the affair, and
the price she had exacted, even in
this unnerved moment, Flora's in-
stinct withheld, to save Mrs. Herrick
the last cruelest touch. But for the
rest—she let Mrs. Herrick have it all
escape which a mere murderer might
have granted him in pity. Yet Clara I
could walk beside them, meet them at j
dinner with the same smooth face, !
chat upon the terrace with the unsus- j
pecting Mrs. Herrick, and even face !
Flora in a security which had the ap-
pearance of serenity, Bitice she knew
that nothing ever would be told. At j
every turn in the day's business Flora
kept meeting that placid pres-
ence; and it was not until the end of j
the day that she met it primed for de- |
parture. Flora was with Mrs. Her-
rick, and Clara, coming to seek them
out, had an air of casual farewell. The
small, sweet smile she presented be- |
hind her misty veil, the delicate •
white-gloved hand she offered were )
symbols of enduring friendship, as if j
she were leaving them only for a few
hours; as if, when Flora returned to i
town, she would find Clara waiting |
for them In the house. But Flora j
knew it was only Clara's wonderful !
way. This uprising and departure
were her last.
Now all her waiting was for Kerr's
returning. She did not know how she I
should face him, but she wanted him. |
A telegram came an hour before him, j
came to Mrs. Herrick announcing him; j
and then himself, driven up on the
high seat of the cart, just as daylight
"Did you save it?" Flora asked.
He looked at Mrs. Herrick, hesitat-
"You can tell, she knows," Flora as-
"No. I haven't saved it—not so far,"
he said. He had taken off his hat and
the strong light showed on his face
lines of fatigue and anxiety. "He
gave me the slip—no trace of him.
No one saw him come into the city;
nothing turned up in the goldsmith's
shop. His friend, the blue-eyed
Chinaman, has dropped out of sight.
I haven't made it public," he glanced
at Flora—"but our men think he's
gone by the water route—Lord knows
in what or where! He must have had
this planned for days." He didn't
look at Flora now. He turned his
communication carefully on Mrs. Her-
rick. "There were seven vessels
sailed that day, and all were search-
ed; but there are ways of smuggling
opium, and why not men?"
They were walking toward the
house. Kerr looked up at the window
where, a short time before, Clara's
face had looked down upon the con-
fusion in the garden.
"Is that paid woman still here?"
"Oh, no; she's gone." Flora looked
at him warningly. But Mrs. Herrick
had caught his tone. "Why shouldn't
she be?" she demanded with delicate
Kerr had dropped his monocle. "Be-
cause, In common decency, she
couldn't. She sold Cressy to me for a
good round sum."
Flora and Mrs. Herrick exchanged
a look of horror.
"I'd suspected him," said Kerr. "I
knew where I'd seen him but I
couldn't be sure of his identity till
she showed me the picture."
"What picture?" cried Flora.
"The picture Buller mentioned at
the club that night; Farrell Wand,
boarding the Loch Ettive. Don't you
remember?" He spoke gently, as if
afraid that a hasty phrase in such
connection might do her harm. Now,
when he saw how white she looked,
he steadied her with his arm. "We
won't talk of this business any more,"
"But I must talk of it." Flora In-
"Hut if you hadn't felt all along I
was your kind, if you hadn't had an
Idea that 1 was a stray from the orig
Inal fold, you would nevi r have want-
ed to go in for me," he explained it.
Flora had her doubts about the
truth of this. For a time she hail
bee n certain of his belonging to the
lawless other fold, and at times she
would have gone with him in spite of
it, but this last knowledge she with
held. She withheld It because she
could make out now, that, for all his
seeming wlldness, he had no lawless
instincts in himself. Generations of
great doing and great mixing among
men had created him, a creature per-
fectly natural and therefore eccen-
tric; but the same generations had
handed down from father to son the
law-abiding instinct of the rulers of
the people. He could be careless of
the law. He was strong in it. In
his own mind he and tho law were
one. His perception of the relations
of life was so complete that he had
no further use for the written law ;
that he had never found the use for it
Lawless both; but—the two extremes
of the little man's reach. ".Vow," ha
challenged, "tell me where it is?"
Into the goldsmith's eyes came a
lightning flash of intelligence, such as
Flora remembered to have seen there
when Farrell Wand, leaning on tho
dusty counter, had bidden him go and
bring something pretty. II" seemed
to quiver a moment In Indecision.
I'Ih n lie whipped his hand out of his
sleeve and held it forth palm upward,
l'lils time it was Chatworth who cried
out. The thing that lay on the gold-
smith's palm Flora had never seen,
though once it had been described to
her—" a bit of an old gold heathen
god. curled around himself, with his
head of two yellow sapphires aud a
big blue stone on top."
There it bla/.ed at her, the jewel
she had carried In her bosom, that
she had hidden in her pouch of gold,
and that had vanished from It at the
touch of a magic hand, now cunningly
restored to its right place In the fore-
head of the Crew Idol, crowning him
Wand's was so limited j with living light.
Speechless tiny looked together at
the magic thing. They had thought it
Across the Top in Thick Black Type Ran the Figures $20,000.
sisted tremblingly. "I don't even
know what you are."
For the first time he showed apolo-
getic. He looked from one to the
other with a sort of helpless sim-
"Why, I'm Chatworth—I'm Crew;
I'm the chap that owns the confound-
To see him stand there, announced
In that name, gave the tragic farce
its last touch. Flora had an instant
of panic when flight seemed the solu-
tion. It took all her courage to keep
her there, facing him, watching, as if
from afar off, Mrs. Herrick's acknowl-
edgment of the informal introduction.
"I came here, quietly," he was say-
ing, "so as to get at it without mak-
ing a row. Only Purdie, good man!
knew—and he's been wondering all
along why I've held so heavy a hand
on him. We'll have to lunch with
them again, eh?" He turned and
looked at Flora. "And make all
those explanations necessitated by
this lady's wonderful sense of honor."
It was here, somewhere in the
neighborhood of this sentence of
doubtful meaning, that Mrs. Herrick
left them. In looking back, Flora
could never recall the exact moment
of the departure. But when she raised
her eyes from the grass where they
had been fixed for what seemed to
her eternity she found only Kerr—
no, Chatworth—standing there, look-
ing at her with a grave face.
"Eh?" he said, "and what about
that honor of yours? What shall we
say about it, now that the sapphire's
gone and no longer in our way?"
She was breathing quick to keep
from crying. "I told you that day at
"Yes, yes; j'ou told me why you
kept the sapphire from me, but"—he
hung fire, then fetched it out with an
effort—"why did you ta'.e it in the
She looked at him In clear astonish-
ment. "I didn't know what it was."
It seemed to Flora the whole situa-
tion was turning exactly inside out.
The light that was breaking upon her
was more than she could bear. "Oh,"
she wailed, "you couldn't have thought
I meant to take it!"
"Then if you didn't," he burst out,
"why, when I told you what it was,
didn't you give It to me?"
The cruel comic muse, who makes
our serious suffering ridiculous, had
drawn aside the last curtain. Flora
felt the laughter rising in her throat,
the tears in her eyes.
"You guessed who 1 was," he In-
sisted, advancing, "at least what I
She hid her face in her hands, and
her voice dropped, tiny, into the still-
"I guessed you were Farrell Wand."
The Last Enchantment.
The tallest eucalyptus top was all
of the garden that was touched with
sun when Flora came out of the house
in the morning. She stood a space
looking at that little cone of bright-
ness far above all the other trees,
swaying on the delicate sky. It was
not higher lifted nor brighter burn-
ished than her spirit then. Shorn of
her locket chain, her golden pouch,
free of her fears, she poised looking
over the garden. Then with a leap
she went from the veranda to the
They might seem to i
tween those two extrem
■ Chatworth and a Farrell Wand—why,
there was all the world's experience
She raised her eyes and smiled at
him in thinking of it, but tho smile
faltered and she drew away. They
were about to he disturbed. Beyond
the rose branches far down the drive
she saw a figure moving toward them
at a slow, uncertain pace, looking to
and fro. "See, there's some one
"Oh, the gardener!" he said as one
would say "Oh, fiddlesticks!"
The gardener had been her first
thought. But now she rose uneasily,
I sinct she saw it was not he, asking
grass and, regardless of dew, skimmed I herself: "Who else, at such an
the lawn for the fountain and tho hour?"
rose garden. I By this time Chatworth, still seated,
There she saw him—the one man— had caught sight of It. "Hello," he
already awaiting her. He stood back
to back with a mossy nymph languish-
ing on her pedestal, and Flora hoped
by running softly to steal up behind
him, and make of the helpless marble
lady a buffer between their greetings.
But either she underestimated the
nymph's bulk, or forgot how invaria-
bly direct was the man's attack; for
turning and seeing her, without any
circumvention, with one sweep of his
long arm, he included the statue in
his grasp of her. With a laugh of
triumph ha drew her out of her con-
To her the splendor of skies and
trees and morning light melted into
that wonderful moment. For the
first time in weary days she bad all
to give, nothing to fear or withhold.
She was at peace; She was ready to
stop, to stand here in her life for
always—here in the glowing garden
with him, and their youth. But he
was impatient. He did not want to
loiter in the morning;
"Come, speak," he urged, as they
paced around the fountain. "When
am I to take you away?"
She hung back in fear of her very
eagerness to go, to plunge head over
ears into life in a strange country
with a stranger. "Next month," she
"Next month! why not next week?
why not to-morrow?" he declared with
confidence. "Who is to say no? I
am the head of my house and you
have no one but me. To be sure,
there Is Mrs. Herrick—excellent wom-
an. But she has her own daughters
to look out for, and," he added slyly,
"much as she thinks of you, I doubt
if she thinks you a good example for
them. As for that other, as for the
"Oh, hush, hush!" Flora cried, hurt
with a certain hardness in his voice;
"I don't want to see her. I shall
never go near her! And Harry—"
"I wasn't going to speak of him,"
said Chatworth, quickly.
"I know," she answered, "but do
you mind my speaking of him?" They
had sat down on the broad lip of the
fountain basin. He was looking at
her intently. "It Is strange," she
said, "but in spite of his doing this
terrible thing I can't feel that he him-
self is terrible—like Clara."
"And yet," he answered In a grave
voice, "I would rather you did."
She turned a troubled face. "And
have you forgotten what you said
the first night I met you? You said
it doesn't matter what a man is, even
if he's a thief, as long as he's a good
At this he laughed a little grudg-
ingly. "Oh, I don't go back on that,
but I was looking through the great
impartial eye of the universe. Where-
as a man may be good of his kind,
he's only good In his kind. Tip out
a cat among canaries and see what
happens. My dear girl, we were the
veriest birds in his paws! And no-
tice that it isn't moral law—It's in
stlnct. We recognize by scent before
we see the shape. You never knew
him. You never could. And you
never trusted him."
"But," she interrupted eagerly, "I
would have done anything for you
when I thought you were a thief."
"Anything?" he caught her up with
laughter. "Oh, yes, anything to haul
said, "what sort of a thing is that?"
It was a short, shabby, nondescript
little figure, shuffling rapidly along
the winding walk between the rose
bushes. Now they saw the top of his
round black felt hat. Now only a
twinkling pair of legs. Now, around
the last clump of bushes he appeared
full length, and, suddenly dropping
his businesslike shuffle, approached
them at languid walk.
Flora grasped Chatworth's arm In
nervous terror. "Tell him to go," she
whispered; "make him go away."
The blue-eyed Chinaman was plant-
ed before them stolidly, with the
curious blind look of his guarded eyes
blinking in his withered face. He
wore for the first time the blouse of
his people, and his hands were folded
In his sleeves.
"Who's this?" said Chatworth, ap-
pealing to Flora.
At this the Chinaman spoke. "Mr.
Crew," he croaked.
The Englishman, looking from the
Oriental to Flora, still demanded ex-
planations with expostulating gesture.
"It is the one who sold us the sap-
phire," she whispered; and "Oh, what
does he want of you?"
"Eh?" said Chatworth, interrogating
the goldsmith with his monocle.
"What do you want?"
The little man finished his long,
and, what had seemed his blind, stare;
then dived into his sleeve. He drew
forth a crumpled thing which seemed
to be a pellet and this he proceeded
to unfold. Flora crept cautiously for-
ward, loat.h to come near, but curi-
ous, and saw him Bpread out and hold
up a roughly-torn triangle of news-
paper. She gave a cry at sight of it.
Across the top in thick black type
ran the figures $20,000.
Chatworth pointed a stern fore-
finger. "What Is it?" he said, though
by his tone he knew.
The Chinaman also pointed at It,
but cautious and apologetic. "Twenty
thousand dollar. You likee twenty
thousand dollar?" He waited a mo-
ment. Then, with a glimmer as of re-
turning sight, presented the alterna-
tive. "You likee god?—little joss?—
come so?" And with his finger he
traced in the air a curve of such deli-
cate accuracy that the Englishman
with an exclamation made a step to-
ward him. But the Chinaman did not
move. "Twenty thousand dollar," he
stated. It sounded an impersonal state-
ment, but nevertheless it was quite
evident this time to whom it applied.
The Englishman measured off his
words slowly as if to an incomplete
understanding, which Flora was aware
was all too miraculously quick. "This
little god, this ring—do you know
where it is? Can you take me to it?"
The goldsmith nodded emphatically
at each word, but when all was said
he only reiterated, "Twenty thousand
Chatworth gave Flora an almost
shamefaced glance, and she saw with
a curious twinge of jealousy that he
was intensely excited. "Might as
well have a pot-shot at It," he said;
and sitting down on tho edge of the
fountain and taking out his check-
book, rested it on his knee and wrote.
Then he rose; he held up the filled-ln
slip before the Chinaman's eyes.
"Here," he said, "twenty thousand
dollars." He held the paper well out
t.—but be- j far at sea; and as if at a wave of a
between a ] genii's wand it was here before them
flashing In the quiet garden.
\\ i 111 an ' ffort Chatworth seemed to
keep himself from seizing on ring
and man together. He looked search-
ingly at the goldsmith and seemed on
the point of asking a question, but,
instead, he slowly held out his hand.
Ho held it out cup-fashion. It shook
so that Flitra saw the Chinaman
steady it to drop in the ring. Then,
folding iiis chock miraculously small,
enveloping it in the ragged piece of
newspaper, the little man turned and
shuilled from tliein down the gravel
Chatworth stood staring after him
with his idol in his palm. Then, turn-
ing slow eyes to Flora, "How did I10
come by this?" lie asked, as sternly as
if ho demanded it of the mystery it-
"He had It, from the very first."
The pieces of the puzzle were flashing
together in Flora's mind. "That first
time Harry left the exhibit he took
"But the blue sapphire?" Chatworth
"Harry," Flora whispered, "Harry
gave it up to him."
"Gave it up to him!" Chatworth
echoed in scorn.
But she had had an inspiration ot
understanding. "He had to—for
money to get off with. He gave Clara
all he had so that she would let hlnv
get away. Poor thing!" she added in
a lower breath, but Chatworth did not
hear her. He had taken the Idol in
his thumb and finger, and, holding it
up in the broadening light, looked
fixedly at It with the passionate in-
credulity with which one might hold
and look at a friend thought dead.
She watched him with her jealous
pang increasing to a greater feeling—
a feeling of being separated from him
by this jewel which he loved, and
which had grown to seem hateful to
her, which had shown itself a breeder
of all the greedy passions. She came
softly up to him, and, lifting her
hand, covered the Idol.
He turned toward her in wonder.
"Ah, you love it too much," sli*
"That's unworthy of you," he ra-
proached her. "I have loved you
more; itnd that In spite of what I
believed of you, and what this means
to me. To me, this ring is not a
pretty thing seen yesterday. It is
tho symbol of my family. It is tha
power and pride of us, which our
women have worn on their hands as
they have worn our honor in their
hearts. It Is part of the life of my
people; and now it has made Itself
part of our life, of yours and mine.
Shall I ever forget how starkly you
held it for the sake of my honor,
even against myself? Should I ever
have known you without it?" Ha
put the ring into her hand, and, smil-
ing with his old dare, held It over tha
fountain. "Now, if you want to, drop
it in." He released her hand and
turned to leave her to her will.
For a moment she stood with power
in her hands and her eyes on his
averted head. Then with a little
rush she crossed the space between
them. "Here, take It! You love it!
I want you to keep it! but I can't for-
get the dreadful things it has mada
people do. It makes me afraid."
In spite of his smiling he seemed to
her very grave. "You dear, silly
child! The whole storm and troubla
of life comes from things being In
the wrong place. This has been in
the wrong place and made mischief."
"Like me," she murmured.
"Like you," he agreed. "Now we
shall be as we should bo. Give me
He drew off all the rings with
which she had once tried to dim tha
sparkle of tho sapphire, and, drop-
ping them into his pocket like so
much dross, slipped on the Idol that
covered her third finger in a splendid
bar from knuckle to joint. Holding
her by just the tip of that finger, lean-
ing back a little, he looked Into her
eyes, and she, looking back knew that
It wedded them once for all.
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Sprague, G. E. The Hennessey Clipper (Hennessey, Okla.), Vol. 21, No. 29, Ed. 1 Thursday, December 1, 1910, newspaper, December 1, 1910; Hennessey, Oklahoma. (https://gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc105737/m1/3/: accessed September 20, 2021), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, https://gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.