Norman Daily Independent. (Norman, Okla.), Vol. 1, No. 134, Ed. 1 Saturday, June 5, 1909 Page: 3 of 4
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i^By JosepIn.C. Lincoln .
Auimb of 'Capn Eri" "Partnirs ofIhe Tidt"
Cjckf tonr GO' A J Burns cat CoripejiY
fLLL'STratios's Br TP.MritTii
Mr. Solomon Pratt l> Kan comical nar-
ration of story, introducing well-to-do
Nathan Scudder of liis town, and Kdward
Van Hrunt and Martin Hartley, two rich
New Yorkers seeking rest. Van Hrunt, it
wan learned, was the successful suitor
for the hand of Miss Agnes Page, who
gave Hartley up. Adventure at Fourth
of July celebration at Eastwich. Hartley
rescued a boy, known as "Ueddy," from
under a horse's feet and the urchin
proved to bo one of Miss 1'age's charges,
whom she had taken to the countr\ for
an outing. Van Hrunt rented an island
from Sciidder and called it Ozone island.
In charge of a company of New York
poor children Miss Talford and Miss Pag"
visited Ozone Island. Kureka Sparrow, a
country girl, was engaged as a cook and
Van brunt and Hartley paid a visit to
her father, who for years had been claim-
ing consumption as an excuse for not
working. Ppon another Island visit l>\
Miss Page, Eureka diagnosed Hartley's
case as one of love for Agnes. Hartley
invented a plan to make Washington
Sparrow work. In putting the plan into
effect Hartley incurs wrath of Miss Pa■:«.
for whom the "sick man" sent. Agnes
then appealed to Van Hrunt. Sparrow
lo escape the treatment proclaimed him-
lelf well anil went to work. Storm-bound
on O*one Island. Van Hrunt and Hartley
tired of the "Natural IJfe." Hartley hui-
fered a broken arm while hunting a phy-
sician for "Reddy," supposed to be suffer-
ing from appendicitis.
This last part waa loaded to the
gunwale with sarcasm.
"Yes," says Hartley emphatic.
"Where is the doctor stayia« in Brant-
• "Cold Spring house. Want to know
what he pays for his room?" .
Martin didn't answer. He walked to
th«.' door. 1 stopped for a jiffy.
"See here, my smart aleck," says 1
to the clerk, "you'll have some more
fun from this later on, when your boss
hears of it. l)o you know who 'tis
you've been sassing? That young man
is John 1). Vanderbilt of New York.'
i Thtre is some satisfaction in a lirst-
1 class lie. It done me good to see that
j clerk shrivel up.
j Martin was calling to me. "Sol," he
I asks, like a Hash, "how can I get to
! "You can't—in time to catch that
| morning train. Brnnthoro's ten milo
' off, and the train that sets here at 113
' minutes of eight leaves there at
herring. In the cc nter, by the post-
office, the feller that keeps the mar-
ket was just taking down Ills store
shutters. He looked at us kind of
"Good morning," he says
fair off at last, ain!t it?"
"Guess likely," says I. Keeping on. I was tjie"'one we was to have the
"You been on the water, ain't you?" ' - - • "
he asks. "Get caiij5't down lo ihe
Long Point's a great place for Wa-
pr« iimac folks to go on clamming ami
fishing trips. 1 suppose he thought
we'd been out the day afore, when it
cleared that time, and had had to put
in at the station over night. We
must have looked like we'd been
through the mill. Both of us was sop-
ping wet, and 1 had on rubber boots
and a sou'wester. I'd thrown off my
ileskin coat at the wharf.
! doctor on. And it's past six now.
He spun around on bis heel. Is tlx
telegraph line to lirantboro working.
he asked the clerk.
"No, sir! no, sir." My! but he was
IKjlite. "I'm sorry to s:iy not, sir."
"Can I get a horse here?"
"The livery stable is right around
the corner; but I dont-think—'
| We was at that livery stabh in less
! than two shakes. The feller that took
1 rare of the horses and slept in the
! stable loft was up and sweeping out
The lane of deep water narrowed up
ahead of us and there was a kind of
gate, as you might say, at the end.
Hartley looked at me and I at him.
"Can you?" he asks, lie was white
as paper, but not from being seared'1
was sure. His left arm bung down
straight and he kept rubbing it.
"I/ird knows," I says. "Are you
lie didn't answer; Just shook bis
head. On went the Dora Bassett.
Bless the old girl's heart! She was
doing her best lo pull us through.
The gate was just in front of our
nose. 1 set my teeth and headed her
for the middle of it. A jiffy more, and
the crazy breakers jumped at us from
both sides. Their froth flew over us in
chunks. Then we was through, and I
fetched my first decent breath.
We was in a kind of pond now,
where we bad elbow room.
Martin looked astern. "Here comes
a boat," says be.
•Twas the lifeboat from the station.
They'd seen our trouble and was com-
ing full tilt. I hadn't ever been took
off my own boat by no life-savers, and
I wa'n't going to begin.
"Heave to!" hails the crew cap'n
from the boat. "We're coming to take
I didn't answer.
"Heave to!" he yells again. "Heave
I turned my head a little ways.
"Go home and get your breakfast,"
I sings out. "We're busy."
They kept on for a ways, and then
they give it up. 1 ran two or three
more of them lanes and then, when
j had the chance, 1 dropped my main-
sail and histed the jib. And with that
jib and the oar 1 picked my way for
another spell, in and out and betwixt
and between. At last we slid past the
Wapatomac breakwater and up lo the
wharf. A nice piece of work for any-
body's boat, if 1 do say it.
Hartley seemed to think so, too. for
says he:" "Skipper, that was beauti-
ful. You're a wonder."
"Twenty minutes of six," says I.
"We're on time."
There was an early-bird lobsterman
on the wharf, come down to see how
many of his pots had gone adrift in
the night. Me stood and stared at us.
"God sakes!" says he. "Where'd
you come from?"
"Wellmouth," says I, making fast to
a ring bolt.
"In her?" he says, pointing to the
sloop. "In this gale? Never in the
"All right. Then we didn't. 1
hadn't no time to waste arguing.
"Good land of love! ' be says, kind
of to himself. "Say! site must be
something of a boat.
1 looked at the poor old Dora Bas-
sett. Rudder gone, centerboard
smashed, rail carried away and lull
nigh filled with water.
"She was," says I. "Considerable of
Hartley had climbed on the wliarf
and now he was heading for the vil-
lage. 1 got the sloop fast, after a fash-
ion, and then run over and caught up
with him. He was walking with long
steps and looking straight ahead. His
left fist was in the side pocket of his
jacket and ills face was sel and pale
under the tan. 1 happened to bump
I didn't stop to explain. ! had to ;
save my breath to keep up with Mar-
tin. The nigher he got to the hotel
the faster he walked.
The Wapatomac house is about the
loniest summer place on our part of
the coast. A great big building, with
piazzas and a hand stand, and win-
dows and wind mills and bowling al-
'Have you got a horse that will take
me to lirantboro in half an hour.'
asks the Twin.
The feller stared at him. "Bo you
crazy?" says be.
AUrtiu didn't answer. "Whose ma-
chine is that?" he asks.
He was pointing to a big automobile
in the stable. A great big red tiling.
1 ** ^
"Wc Went—Ch, Y(.s, Ws Went!
with a shiny painted bull and nickel
plated running rigging.
"Mr. Shearer's, lie's away for a
week and we're keeping it for him." |
"Can I hire it?"
The feller's mouth fell open like j
'twas on hinges.
"Hire It? Hire Mr. Shearer's auto-
savs he. "Well, I'll be!
leys till you can't rest. We turned m
between the stone posts at the end of
the driveway and went pounding
across ihe lawns and flower beds.
There was a sleepy-looking clerk be-
hind the desk in the big ball. No-
body else was In sight, and the whole
outfit of empty chairs and scattered ^
newspapers had lhat lonesome look of j
having been up all night. Oh, yes! darned.
and there was a colored man mopping "Where s your employe!
the floor. j Ha^;.rCli'
Hartley went up to the desk, leav- j ^ ^( ^ ou( danrins „„
ing muddy foot marks right wheie the ( df|Wn the laml BaUes wake
darky had been scrubbing. j xvh„e is
"Good morning." he says to the ^ wh,rP do
clerk. "Dr. Jordan of Providence is
one of your guests, isn t he?
The clerk put down the book he was
reading and looked us over. He done |
it deliberate and chilly, same as hotel j
clerks always do. If there's any one j
mortal that can make the average uian J
feel like apologizing for living with-j
out a license, it's a slick, high-collared
fancy shirt-bosomed hotel clerk.
"What?" says the clerk, frosty and
"Dr. Jordan of Providence. Is he
llis majesty looked at his book again
afore be answered
thumb between the pages to mark the
place and condescends to drawl out.
"What do you want with him?"
For once he'd made a mistake. There
are times when it ain't wise to judge
a feller by his general get-up. Martin
stiffened, and he spoke clear and
"Answer my question, if you please,
under int.- * ""i i
into him as 1 came alongside, and he i says he. Is the doctor here
jumped and gave a little groan.
"What's the matter with that arm
of yours?" I asked, anxious. He'd
stopped for a second and was biting
bis lips together.
"Nothing," he says, short. "Bruised
A little, I guesH. Where's the hotel?
"lly the main road a piece. Thais
tt, on top of the hill."
"Come on then," says he, walking
faster than ever.
We went through Wapatomac vil-
lage like we was walking lor money.
Some of the town folks was just get-
ting up, and you could see smoke
coming from kitchen chimneys and
window shades being hoisted. Once
In a while, where the families was pat-
.Ucularly early risers, I smelt triad
"No, he ain't
"Where is he?"
I felt sick. Maybe Hartley did too,
but he didn't show It.
"Where has he gone?" he asks.
"I don't know that I've got to—"
"1 know. And for your own good,
my friend, I advise that you tell me.
Where is Dr. Jordan
We met the livery stable owner just
coming out of his kitchen with a pan
of leavings for the pig. He'd just
turned out. 1 knew him; his name
was Ben Baker. Martin went at him
hotfoot, speaking in short sentences.
•'1 want to hire that auto in your
stable," he says. "I must get to Brant-
boro before seven o'clock. I'll pay
any price. But I must have it."
Then there was more arguing. Baker
said no. Was we crazy? He couldn t
let another man's auto to the Almighty
himself. And Mr. Shearer's auto, of
I hen Ik put ^ (hings; why, Shearer would kill
him. And so forth and so on.
But Hartley kept cook He miint
have the machine, lie'd be responsi-
ble for damages. He explained about
"I'll pay you—so and so," says he.
Never mind the price he offered it
was so big that I wouldn't be believed
if I told it. Baker didn't believe it
either till Martin pulled out a roll of
bills and showed him.
-I ll buy the thing If necessary,"
says he. "But I'll have it. Come, skip-
i rr " . .
"The shofer's up at Shearer s house,
says Baker. "He—"
"Never mind the shofer. I can run
It. Send your man with us, and 1 II
leave Ihe machine in his care at Brant
The emperor come down off his I boro. Then the shofer can come after
throne a little. I cal'late he figgered it. I'll write to Mr. Shearer and ex-
that 'twas good policy. ! plain. Come on."
He's gone to lirantboro," he says.
"He went yesterday morning and lie's
to leave there for Boston this fore-
noon. Then he's going to Bar Harbor
for the rest of his vacation. Anything
else you'd like to know?"
'It's all right, Ben," 1 says. "He'll
do all he tells you, and more. You'll
never make a chunk of money any
Baker followed us to the barn, say-
ing "Nt>' ail the time. He kept w
saying it while the Twin was gctlhig
up steam, or some such trick, in tho
auto. He said it even after lied got
the money in his hand. The hired man
climbed in behind. Hartley and me in
front. We chuff chuffed out of the
"For heaven's sake!" hollers .Baker,
"take care of the thing. I don t know
what'll come to me for this job when
Shearer hears of it."
We got down to the street. I looked
at my watch, it was '.'5 minutes past
• Now, Sol," says Hartley, "you must
help me if I need you. I can use only
one hand, so you pull whatever lever
I tell you to.
We went—oh. yes, we went! I'd
never rode in a buzz cart afore and
inside of five minutes i was figgering
that I'd never live to ride in one again
Suffering! how we did fly!
Lucky 'twas early. We didn't meet
a soul on the road. H we had they'd
had lively times petting out of out
way. Away ahead soniewheres there d
be a house with a dog scooting out of
the gate, his mouth open ready to
bark. Next minute we'd go past that j
house like a sky-rocket, and the pup
would bo digging a breathing hole
through the dust behind us. i didn t
have to pull a lever, for we had a
clear Held. Good thing I didn't, be-
cause I was too scared to know my
hand from my feet. The stable man
was actually blue. Next time I see
Baker he told me that the feller had
nightmare for a fortnight afterwards,
and they could hear him yelling
"Whoa!" In his sleep as plain as could
be. And tliey in the house with the
Afore I bad time to think straight,
scarcely, or remember to say more
Uian a line or two of "Now I lay me,
w« was sizzling through lirantboro.
We whirled Into ihe big yard of the
Cold Spring house and hauled up by
the steps. Hartley piled out and I
followed him. We'd used up just IS
"Here!" says he to the clerk, a
twin brother of the one at Wapatomac;
"take this to Dr. Jordan's room."
He scribbled something on a slip
of paper and chucked it across the
desk. The clerk yelled for a boy and
the boy took the paper and lit out.
Pretty quick he comes back.
"He wants you to come right up,
mister," says lie.
"Good!" says Martin, tossing him
half a dollar. "Lead the way."
The youngster started for the stairs,
grinning like a punkin lantern. I
Hopped into a chair and felt myself
all over to make sure 1 hadn't shook
no part of me loose on the trip. Like-
wise 1 watched the clock.
in ten minutes more the Twin comes
downstairs, and Dr. Jordan was with
him. The doctor was a big gray-haired
man with a pleasant face. He looked
as though he'd dressed in a hurry, and
he had a traveling satchel in bis
"I'll send you a check for my bill
later." he says to the clerk. "All
ready, Mr. Hartley."
We went out to the automobile. Mar-
tin i tailed her up and we wlilzzed for
"Great Scott!" says the doctor. "I
feel as if I had been pulled out of bed
by the hair. Nobody but your father's
son could do this to me, Hartley.
Have you fellers fed yet?"
The Twin was too busy with the
steering wheel to answer. 1 done it
"No, sir." says I; "not since jester-
da\ no.in. Nor slept since night afore
Martin run the automobile into one
of the horse sheds by the depot. Then
he passed the stable man Ihe bill that
happened to be on the outside of his |
roll. 'Twas a tenner, for I caught a j
glimpse of It.
"Here." he says; "take this and
wait here till the shofer comes for the
machine. Well, skipper, we're on
time, after all."
So we was. and ahead of It. We
waited on the depot platform. 1 no
ticed that. Hartley wa'n't saying much
Now that the excitement was over, Be
seemed to me to be mighty quiet
Once, when he walked, I thought he
staggered. And he was awful white.
"Sol." he says to me, just as the
train hove in sight; "you needn't come
with us, unless you want to. Maybe
you'd like to stay and attend to youi
I looked at him. "No," says I.
"I'm going to see it through. The
boat can wait."
I had to give him a boost up the
car steps. As he got to a seat, he
"Skipper." he says, quiet and with,
littlestops between words. "I'm—afraid
—you'll—have—to—look—out. for the j
doctor. I'm believe I'm going—to—tc
—make a fool of myself."
And then he Hops over on the
cushions in a dead faint.
Doctor Jordan was at him in a sec
"It's liis arm. 1 guess," says I. "He
bruised It aboard the sloop."
The doctor pulled lip Hartley's coa'
sleeve and felt of the arm.
"Bruised it!" he says. "1 should say
he did. The arm is broken."
Now you can bet that Martin Hart
ley wa'n't the only sick man aboard
that train just theu. There was an
other one and he'd been chirstenec
Solomon. When I heard that doctoi
say that the Twin's arm was broken 1
give you my word I went cold all over
Think of the grit of the feller—the
clean up and down gilt of him! Ham
paging around, running automobilei
and chasing doctors, and all that with j
a broken arm. And never even mea ;
tlonlng It. I took off my hat to thai |
New Yorker. Crazy or not he coulo
have my vote for any Job from pound
keeper to president.
t'i'u ti. cuuiluutAJ ■' i
CHARMING YOUNG ACTRESS.
Marguerite Clark now starring in musical comedy. She formerly ap.
peared with DeWolf Hopper.
CARRYING A PART TOO FAR. CHICKEN POX AND MEASLES.
Lulu Glaser Wanted It Understood Unromantic Combination Respon-
She Was Not Trying to Imper-
sonate Stage Manager.
Laughing Imill Glaser had the
laugh turned on her recently when
she was caught in boy's clothing at a
rehearsal, it's one thing for a panic
ular woman to wear masculine attiie
In a play or opera, or even at a dress
rehearsal, but to be seen in the garb
of a lord at an ordinary rehearsal,
when everybody else is in convention-
al dress, is quite another thing alto-
gether. The funny part of Ihe situa-
tion was that two or three unthink-
ing persons assumed Miss Glaser was
so appareled purposely because It was
her first appearance as a stage di
She had volunteered to rehearse a
new company which was being or-
ganized to present the new operetta
"Mile. Mischief" in the larger towns
and smaller cities, places which are
not included in Miss Glaser's tour,
which takes her only lo the very big
Miss Glaser was quick lo assure
everybody, however, that nothing was
further from her mind than to dress
as a man merely because she was do-
ing a man's work.
"I am not going to wear men's
clothes because 1 am a stage man-
ager," was her explanation, shrinking
at the same time as far as she could
in the hoy's garments she wears In
the second act of "Mile. Mischief."
"I came here curly to-day to try on
this suit, which did not exactly fit and
upon which I am having some alter-
ations made. Then you all came run-
ning in and didn't give me a chance
to change, and here 1 am."
"When you come to rehearse to-
morrow you will find me a 'perfect
lady' once more."
GLIMPSES OF THE STAGE.
Eddie Foy has gone Into vaudeville
with a one act burlesque on "Hamlet."
One of the latest burlesques in New
York is called "The Cheesiest Way."
The Sbuberts are to produce some-
time in the summer season a new mu-
sical piece called "The Motor Girl."
Thomas Jefferson may make a vau
deville tour in some of his late fa-
ther's successes in a condensed form.
William Faversham and Julie Opp
•with tlieir two children, will pass the
summer at their country home In Sus
James K. Ilackntt, after a brief
summer plunge into vaudeville, will
star next season under the direction
of Charles Frohman.
"Bill Truetell," a remarkably elever
story of theatrical life in the early
days, recently published, Is to be
dramatized for stage production next
Miss Blanci Froelich, late prima
ballerina of the Metropolitan Opera
house, ban gone into vaudeville In
her act she Is assisted by seven danc-
ers, including Maja d'Alcarez, the fa
mous Spanish beauty.
Gabriel d'Annunzio's new play. "Fe-
dra," produced at Milan, Italy, recent-
ly, was decidedly disappointing. D'An-
nunzio wrote the play in 17 days.
Maude Adams, by a recent perform
ance at the Empire theater, completed
the llrst six months' run in New York
of "What Every Woman Knows."
A new plav, said to be a genuine
posthumous work of Ibsen, has been
produced In Berlin. The play is called
"The King," *nd is a political satire.
sible for Stage Career of Pret-
ty Mary Mannerlng.
"An unromantic combination of chick-
en pox and measles is responsible for
my going on the stage," says Mary
Mannerlng, the beautiful young ac-
tress, English t; birth, but American
by adoption. "Up to this important
illness I was i school girl, with only
Ihe dissipation of an occasional mat-
inee to keep alive the longing to get
beyond that mystic row of footlights
that every yojng girl feels at sumo
period of her early youth.
"But chicken pox and measles
changed everything, it was well on
toward the end of the term when th"
doctor ceased his visits and 1 was pro-
nounced cured. For that reason iny
parents did not think It worth while
to send me back to school for the few
remaining weeks. Instead, I was al-
lowed to give some final sittings to
an artist who bad begun my portrait
before I was taken ill.
"One day a lady, who was a member
of Kyrle Bellow and Mrs. James
Brown Potter's company, visited the
studio, and, seeing my portrait on Ihe
easel, exclaimed: 'Why that's exact-
ly the Greek head that. Mr. llellew
wants for the new piece!' I found
later that it was only the head that
was needed, and that hut two lines
went with If, still 1 saw glittering
visions of greatness already within my
grasp when, uftor seeing first my pic-
ure and thor, me, Mr. Bellew offered
me the part.
"The play In which I made my first
appearance was 'Hero and Leander."
I had no difficulty in committing my
part, but I hp.ve entirely forgotten the
last half of i'.. The first half was: 'l^t
us play,' and the other half was just
as difficult. Still It was a beginning,
which was really the important thing.
I never went to school again, or. rath-
er. since that time 1 have been a stu-
dent in the great school of the stage,
with its many and varied lessons, its
puzzling problems and its hard
worked for promotions."
Truly a Deadhead.
It ha remained for Robert Mantel)
to discover the champion deadhead of
the world. For years whenever Mr.
Mantell has visited New York he lias
received a request from an old ac-
quaintance for "a puir," and invari-
ably he has replied favorably.
Two seasons ago his acquaintance
became an invalid, but upon Mr. Man-
tell's arrival lie found a note from the
hospital as follows: "I am too ill lo
use seats myself, hut will you kindly
send me a pair for my nurse, who is
a good fellow'"
Mr. Mantell granted the request on
that occasion and again last season In
behalf of the nurse.
His friend failed rapidly, and by Ihe
time Mr. Mantell began Ills engage-
nient at the New Amsterdam this sea-
son the patient was reported to be
dying. Nevertheless, on the opening
night of the engagement Mr. Mantell
found this note at the theater:
"By the time you receive this hips
sage I shall probably be dead. 1 liava
arranged all my affairs, including mj
funeral, which will be In charge of ac
undertaker named Applegate. He it
a splendid fellow, and I wish that you
woul i send bin) a pair for some night
"The ruling passion strong in
death," muttered Mr. Mantell as in
wiote out the pais for two.
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