The Independent. (Cashion, Okla.), Vol. 14, No. 26, Ed. 1 Thursday, November 3, 1921 Page: 2 of 10
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By GILBERT PARKER
'The Seats of the Mighty"
"The Right of Way"
Copyright ty &tr Gilbert Parker
Bynopnla. — It« turnlni; home after
a ,1a v a ii ool ng, i'> ok Call,i"".
Kifltii young Irish K«-nth-innn of the
time i t tin I'rtinh and American
revolutions, nieeti 8h«'ila I.lyn. m-\ -
enteen-ytar-old ^irl visiting In t
neighboihood They ure mutually
attracted. Sheila never knew h«-r
dis*i|>utfath«-r. Krrln Hoyne, Iht
mother having divorced him and
rehuined her maiden namr Heu< ■!<-
ing home, I)yck finds Leonard Mal-
low, son of Lord Mallow, with a
meMSuge from the attorney general
summoning Miles Calhoun, I>yck'a
father, to Dublin. L>yt k and hit*
One day Krrls Uoynv said to Dyck:
"There's a supper tonight at the
Breukueck eluh. Come ulong and have
a skinful. You'll meet people worth
"The Ilreakneek club isn't a good
name for a first-class Institution," re-
marked Dyck, with a pause and a
laugh; "hut I'll coiue If you'll fetch
Erris Boyne, who was eighteen years
older than Dyck, iuughed, flicked a
little pinch of snuff at his nose with
"Dear lad, of course I'll come and
fetch you," he salt!. "There's many a
man has done worse than lead a gay
stripling like you into pleasant ways.
Bring along any loose change you have,
for It muy be a night of nights. It's
the best place to come to ever an hon-
est man had."
"Are they all the right sort?" asked
Dyck, with a little touch of malice. "I
mean, are they loyal and true?"
Krrls Hoyne laid a hand on Dyck's
"Come and find out. Do you think
I'd lead you Into bad company? Of
course Emmet and Wolfe Tone won't
be there, nor any of that lot; but
there'll be some men of the right
stamp." lie watched Dyck carefully
out of the corner of his eye. "It's
funny," he added, "that in Ireland the
word loyal means being true to the
Union Jack, standing by King (Jeorge
and bis crowd."
"Well, what would you have?" said
Dyck. "For this is a day and age when
being loyal to the king Is more than
aught else in all the Irish world. We're
never two days alike, we Irish. There
are the United Irishmen and the De-
fenders on one side, and the Peep-o'-
Day Boys, or Orangemen, on the other
—Catholic and Protestant, at each oth-
er's throats. Then there's a hand thrust
In, antl up goes the sword, and the
rilK's, pikes and bayonets; and those
that were ready to mutilate or kill
each other fall into each other's arms."
Krrls Hoyne laughed. "Well, there'll
be an end to that. The Irish parlia-
ment Is slipping Into disrepute. It
wouldn't surprise me If the astute Kng-
llsh bribe them Into a union, to the
ruin oi' Irish Independence. Yet may-
be, before that comes, the French will
have a try for power here." lie came
a step nearer, his voice lowered a little.
vHuve you heard the latest news from
France? They're coming with a good-
sized tleet down to the south coast,
llave you heard It?"
"Oh, there's plenty one hears one
(U esn't believe Is gospel," answered
Dyck, his eyes half closing. "I'm not
believing all I hear, as if it was a
prayer-meeting. Anything may happen
here; Ireland's a woman—very uncer-
Dyck flicked some dust from hi*
waistcoat, and dropped his eyes, be-
cause )>« was thinking of two women
he had known; one of them an angel
now In company of her sister angels—
his mother; the other a girl he had met
on the hills of Conncmara, a wonder-
fully pretty girl of seventeen. How-
should he know that the girl was Krrls
lWyne's daughter?- although there
were times when some gesture of
Boyne, some quick look, some lifting
of the eyebrows, brought back the
memory of Sheila Llyn, as It did now.
Since Dyck left his old home he had
seen her twice; once at Loyhind tow
ers, and once ut her home in Limerick.
• The time he had spent with her had
been very brief, but full of life, inter-
est and character. Whether at Loy-
land towers, or at her mother's house
in Limerick, there nv:is no touch of for-
wardness in her, or In anything she
said or did. She was the most natural
being, the freest from affectation, he
had ever known.
As Krrls Hoyne talked to him, the
memory of Sheila Hooded his mind, and
on the flood his sonso* swam like
swans. He had not her careful com-
posure. He wns Just as real, but he
had the wilfulness t man She Intlu-
enced him as no woman had ever yet
done; but he sow no happy ending to
the dream. He was too poor to marry;
he had no trade ov profession; his
father's affairs w«!> In a bad way.
He did not know that Krrls Hoyne
was se* to capture him for the rebel
cause. How could he know that Hoyne
w as iin atrent of the most evil forces In
Ireland—an agent of skill and address,
pr« povs( ws'nj. with the face of n Celtic
f o« f find tin* eye of an assassin?
Bo>nes object was to bring about
the downfall of Dyck Calhoun iti"'
Is, hib downfall us a patriot. At the
Breakneck club this bud business be-
gun. It was here flint Dyck again
met thut lull, ascetic messenger from
the attorney general, who had brought
the message to Miles Calhoun. It was
with this man Leonard Mallow, eldest
son of Lord Mallow—that Dyck, with
three others, placed curds one after-
The Instinctive antipathy which had
marked their first introduction was cur
rled on to this Inter meeting. Dyck
distrusted Mallow, and allowed his dis-
trust exercise, it was unfortunate
that Mallow won from him three-
fourths of the money lie had brought
to the club, and wou it with a smile
not easy to forgive,
Dyck had at last secured a real suc-
cess In a scheme of bis cards wlieu
Mallow asked with a sneer:
"Did you learn that at your home
"Don't they teach It where you live
In hell?" was Dyck's reply.
At this Mallow (ticked Dyck across
the face with Ills handkerchief.
"Tliut's what they touch where I he-
"Well, it's easy to learn, and we'll do
the sum at any time or place you
please." After a moment Dyck con-
tinued "I wouldn't make a fuss over it.
Let's finish the game. There's no good
prancing till the sport's ready; so I'll
sit and learn more of what they teach
in hell 1"
1 yck had been drinking, or he would
not have spoken so; and when he was
drunk daring was strong in him. He
hated profoundly this man so self-
satisfied and satanlc.
lie kept u perfect coolness, however.
Leonard Mallow should not sec that
he wus upset. His wanton wordiness
came to his rescue, and until the end
of the game he played with sang-froid,
daring and skill. He loved cards; he
loved the strife of skill against skill,
of trick against trick, of hand against
hand. He had never fought a duel In
his life, but he had no fear of doing so.
At length, having won back nearly
all he had lost, he rose to his feet and
"Is there anyone here from whom I
can ask a favor?"
Several stepped forward. Dyck
nodded. One of them, he knew. It was
Sir Almeric Foyle.
"Thank you. Sir Almeric," he said;
"thank you. Shall It be swords or pis-
tols?" he asked his enemy coolly.
"Swords, If you please," remarked
Mallow grimly, for he hud a gift with
Dyck nodded again.
"As you will. As you will!"
Never in all Ireland's years had she
a more beautiful day than that in
which Dyck Calhoun and the lion.
Leonard Mallow met to settle their ac-
count in a secluded corner of Phoenix
park. It was not the usual place for
duels. The seconds had taken care to
keep the locale from the knowledge of
the public; especially as many who had
come to know of the event at the
Breakneck club were eager to be pres-
The affair began an hour after sun-
rise. Neither Dyck nor Leonard Mal-
low slept at home the night before, but
in separate taverns near Phoenix park.
Mallow came almost Jauntily to the
"Swords. If You Please," Responded
obscure spot. Both men had sensitive-
ness, and both entered the grounds
with a certain thrill of pleasure soften-
ing the acerbity of the moment.
Dyck moved and spoke like a man
charged with some fluid which had ab-
stracted him from life's monotonous
routine. He bad to consider the chance
of newr leaving the grounds alive; yet
as he entered the place, where smooth
grass between the trees made good
footing for the work to be done, the
thrill of the greenery, the sound of the
birds, the Ilick of a lizard across the
path, and the distant gay leap of a
young deer, brought to his si uses a
gust of Joyous feeling. lie was not nor-
mal ; he was submerged. He was in
I the great, consuming atmosphere of
j the bigger world uud the greater life.
He even did not hate Mallow at the
moment. The thing about to be done
wus to him a test of manhood. It was
a call upon the courage of the soul, a
challenge of life, strength and will.
As Mallow entered the grounds, the
thought of Sheila Llyn crossed Dyck's
mind, and the mental sight of her
gladdened the eyes ^ f bis soul. For
one I rief instant he stood lost In the
mind's look ; then he stepped forward,
sulut'd, shook bunds with Mallow,
and doffed his coat and waistcoat.
As he did so, he was conscious of a
curious coldness, even of dutnpiiess, In
tin* hand which had shaken that of
MaJlow. Mallow's hand had a clammy
touch—clammy, but firm and sure.
There was no tremor In the long, thin
fingers nor at the Hps—the thin, as-
cetic lips, us of u secret service man
but in his e.*« s was a dark fire of
purpose. The morning had touched
htm# but not as It had thrown over
Dyek Its mantle of peace. Mallow also
had enjoyed the smell and feeling of
it all, but with tills difference—It had
filled bim with such material Joy that
he could not bear the thought of leav-
ing It. It gave him strength of will,
which would add security to bis arm
Dyck had learned swordsmanship
with as skilled a master as Ireland
had known, and he had shown, In get-
ting knowledge of the weapon, a nat-
ural instinct and a capacity worthy of
the highest purpose, lie had handled
the sword since he was six, and his
play was better than that of most
men; but this was, In fact, bis first
real duel. Many times, of course, in
the process of his trulnlng, be had
fought as men fight In duels, but with
this difference—that now be was per-
mitted to disable or kill his foe.
Physically, there was not a vast
deal to choose between the two men.
Mallow was lank and taJl, nervously
self-contained, finely concentrated,
and vigorous. Dyck was broad of
shoulder, well set up, muscular, and
with a steadier eye than that of his
foe. Also, as the combat developed,
It was clear that he had a hand as
steady as his eye. What was more,
his wrist had superb strength and
flexibility; it was as enduring and
vital as the forefoot and ankle of a
tiger. As a pulr they were certainly
notable, and would give a good ac-
count of themselves.
The two men fighting had aJmost
the air of gladiators. Their coats
were off, and the white linen of their
shirts looked gracious; while the up-
raised left hand of the fighters bal-
ancing the sword-thrust and the
weight of the body had an almost sin-
gular beauty. Of the two, Dyck was
the more graceful, the steadier, the
quicker in his motions. His momen-
tary vision of Sheila Llyn remained
with bim not as a vision, rather as
a warmth in bis inmost being, some-
thing which made him Intensely alert,
cheerful, defiant, exactly skillful.
He had need of all bis skill, for
Mallow wns set to win the tight. He
felt instinctively whut was working
in Dyck's mind. He had fought a
number of duels, and with a certain
trick or art lie had given the end to
the lives of several. He became con.%
scions, however, that Dyck had n par-
ticular stroke In mind, which he him-
self was preventing by masterful
methods. It might be one thing or an-
other, but in view of Dyck's training
it would perhaps be the Knniscorthy
Again and again Dyck pressed his
antagonist backward, seeking to mud-
dle Ids defense and to clear an open-
ing for his own deadly stroke; but the
other man also was a master, and
Presently, with a quick move, Mal-
low took the offensive, and tried to
unsettle Dyck's poise and disorganize
his battle-plan. For an instant the
tempestuous actfon, the brilliant,
swift play of the sword, the quivering
flippancy of the stecJ, gave Dyck that
which almost disconcerted him. Yet
lie had a grip of himself, and was for
tunate to preserve his defense Intact;
though once his enemy's steel caught
his left shoulder, making it bleed. The
seconds, however, decided that the
thrust was not serious, and made no
attempt to interrupt the combat.
Dyck's tactics changed. Once again
be became aggressive, and he drove
his foe t«> a point where the skill of
both men was tried to the uttermost.
It was clear the time had come for
something definite. Suddenly Dyck
threw himself back with an agile step,
lunged sljghtly to one side, and then
in a gallant foray got the steel point
into the sword-arm ot' his enemy. That
wns the Knniscorthy stroke, which
had been tuught him by William
Tandy, the expert swordsman, and
had been made famous by Lord W eJ!
ing of Knniscorthy. It succeeded, and
it gave Dyck the victory, for Mallow's
sword dropped from his band. He
clasped the wounded arm with his left
hand us the surgeon came forward.
"Well, you got it home." he said to
Dyck ; "and It's deftly done."
"I did my best," answered Dyck.
"C.ivo me your hand, If you will."
With a wry look Mallow, now seat
ed on the old stump of a tree, held out
bis left band. It was covered with
"I think we'll have to forego that
courtesy, Calhoun," he said. "Look
at the state of my hand! It's good
blood," be added grlniJy. "It's d—d
good blood, but—but it won't do, you
"I'm glad It was no worse," said
Dyck, not touching the bloody hand.
"It's a clean thrust, and you'll be bet-
ter from It soon. These great men !"
he smiled toward the surgeons—"will
soon put you right. I got my chance
with the stroke, and took it, because I
knew if 1 didn't you'd have uie pres-
"You'll have a great reputation In
Dublin town now. nnd you'll deserve
it." Mullow added adroitly, the great
paleness of his features, however,
made ghastJy by the hatred In his
Dyck did not see this look, but he
felt a note of malice—a distant note
—in Mallow's voice. He saw that
what Mallow had said was fresh evi
dence of the man's arrogant character.
It did not offend him, however, for he
was victor, and could enter the Break-
neck club or Dublin society with a
Again Mallow's voice was heard.
"I'd have seen you d—d to h—11,
Calhoun, before I'd have apologized
at the Breakneck club; but after a
The Time Had Come for Something
fight with one of the best swordsmen
in Ireland I've learned a lot, and I'll
The surgeon had bound up the
slight wound in Dyck's shoulder, had
stopped the bleeding, and was now-
helping him on with his coat. The op-
eration had not been without pain,
but this demonstration from his foe
was too much for him. It drove the
look of pain from his face; It brought
a smile to his lips. He came a step
"I'm as obliged to you as if you'd
paid for my board antl lodging, Mal-
low," be said; "and that's saying a
good deal in these days. I'll never
have a bigger fight. You're a greater
swordsman than your reputation. I
must have provoked you beyond rea-
son," he went on gallantly. "I think
we'd better forget the whole thing."
"I'm a loyalist," Mallow replied.
"I'm a loyalist, and if you're one, too,
what reason should there be for our
not being friends?"
A black cloud flooded Calhoun's
"If—if I'm a loyalist, you say! Have
you any doubt of It? If you have—"
"You wish your sword had gone
into my heart Instead of my arm, eli?"
interrupted Mallow. "How easily I
ain misunderstood! I meant nothing
by that if.'" lie smiled, and the
smile had a touch of wickedness. "I
meant nothing by it—nothing at all.
As we are both loyalists, we must be
friends. Good-by, Calhoun!"
Dyck's face cleared very slowly.
Mallow was maddening, but the look
of the face was not that of a foe.
"Well, let us be friends," Dyck an-
swered with a cordial smile. "Good-
by," he added. "I'm d—d sorry we
had to fight at all. Good-by!"
The Killing of Errls Boyne.
"There's many a government has
made a mess of things In Ireland,"
said Erris Boyne; "but since the day
of Cromwell the Accursed this Is the
worst. Is there a man In Ireland
that believes in it. or trusts it? There
are men that support It, that are
served by It, that fill their pockets
out of it: but by Joseph and by Mary,
there's none thinks there couldn't be
a better! Have a little more niarsnla.
With these words. Boyne filled up
the long glass out ef which Dyck Cal-
houn had been drinking—drinking too
much. Shortly before, Dyck had lost
all his cash at the card-table. He had
turned from It penniless and dlscom*
flted to sec Boyne. smiling, and gay
with wine. In front of him.
Bojne took him by the arm.
"Come with me," said lie. "There's
no luck for you at the tuldes today.
Let's go where we can forget the
world, where we can lift the banner
of freedom and beat the drums of pur-
pose. Come along, lad!"
The time was eriticul for Dyck—
critical and dangerous. He had hist
money heavily; he had even exhaust-
ed his mother's legacy. Of late lie
had seen little of his father, and the
little he had seen was not fortunate.
They had quarreled over Dyck's way-
ward doings. He had angered his fa-
ther terribly, and Miles, in a burst of
temper, hud disclosed the fact that
his own property wns In peril. They
had been estranged ever since; but
the time had come when Dyck must
at least secure the credit of his fa-
ther's name at his bank to find the
means of living.
It was with this staring him in the
face that Krrls Boyne's company
seemed to offer ut least a recovery of
his good spirits. Dublin knew little of
Boyne's present domestic life. It did
not know that he had Injured his sec-
ond wife as badly us he hud wronged
his first—with this difference, how-
ever, that his first wife was a lady,
while his second wife. Noreen, was a
beautiful, quick tempered. lovable,
eighteen-year-old girl, a graduate of
the kitchen antl dairy, when he took
her to himself. He had married her
In a mad moment after his first wife
-Mrs. Llyn, as she was now called—
had divorced him; nnd after the first
thrill of married life was over, noth-
ing remained with Boyne except re-
gret that he had sold his freedom for
what he might, perhaps, have had
Then began a process of domestic
torture which alienated Noreen from
him, and roused in her the worst pas-
sions of human nature. She came to
know of his infidelities, and they mad-
dened her. They had no children, and
In the end he had threatened her with
desertion. When she had retorted In
strong words, he slapped her face, and
left her with an ugly smile.
Of visitors they had few, If any, and
the young wife was left alone to brood
upon her wrongs. Erris Boyne had
slapped her face on the morning of
the day when he met Dyck Calhoun In
the hour of his bad luck. He did not
see the look in her face as he left the
Ruthless as he was, he realized the
time had come when by bold effort he
might get young Calhoun wholly into
his power. lie began by getting Dyck
into the street. Then he took him by
an Indirect route to what wus, re-
putedly, a tavern of consequence. Out-
wardly It was a tavern of the old
class, superficially sedate, nnd called
the Harp and Crown. None save a
very few conspirators knew how great
a part It played In the plan to break
the government of Ireland and to ruin
England's position in the land.
The entrance was by two doors—
one the ordinary public entrance, the
other at the side of the house, which
was on a corner. This could be
opened by a skeleton key owned by
He and Dyck entered, however, by
the general entrance, because Boyne
had forgotten his key. They passed
through the bar-parlor, nodding to one
or two habitues, and presently were
bestowed In a room, not large, but
They played cards, and Dyck won.
He won five times what he had lost
at the club. Tills made him compan-
"It's a poor business—cards," he
said at last. "It puts one up in the
clouds and down in the ditch all at
the same time. I tell you this, Boyne
—I'm going to stop. No man ought to
play cards who hasn't a fortune; and
my fortune, I'm sorry to say, is onl>
my face!" He laughed bitterly.
"And your sword—you've forgotten
that. Calhoun. You've a lot of luck In
"Well, I've made no money out of
It so far," Dyck retorted cynically.
"Yet you've put men with reputa-
tions out of the running, men like
Mallow. Try u little more of this
mnrsnla, Calhoun. It's the best In the
place, and It's got a lot of good stuff.
I've been coining to the Harp and
Crown for many years, and I've never
had a bad drink all that time. The
old landlord is a genius. He doesn't
put on airs. He's a good man. Is old
Swinton, and there's nothing good In
the drink of France that you can't get
"Well, If that's true, how does it
happen?" asked Dyck, with a little
flash of Interest. "It means a lot of
"It means some trouble. But let me
tell you"—he leaned over the table
and laid a hand on Dyck's, which wai
a little nervous—"let me speak a« an
old friend to you, if I may. Here are
the facts. For many a year, you know
as well as I do, ships have been com-
ing from Franco to Ireland with the
very best wines and liquors, and tak-
ing back the very best wool—smug
gled, of course. Well, our little land
lord here Is the d—dest rogue of all.
The customs never touch hitu. From
the coast the stuff conies up to Dub
lin without a check, and, as lies a
special favorite, he gets the best to be
had In la belle France."
"Why Is l:e such a favorite?" asked
Krrls Bovne laughed, not loudly, but
"When a lady kisses a man on tl*e
lips, of her own free will, and puts
her arm around his neck, is it done, do
you think, because it's her duty to do
it or die? No, It's because she likes
the man; because the man is a good
friend to her; because it's money in ,
her pocket. Tliut's the case with old
Swinton. France kisses him, as It
were, because"—he paused, as though
debating what to say—"because
France know s he'd rat In r be under
her own rtwolutlonury government
than under the monarchy of England."
His voice had resonance, and, as he
said these words, it had Insistence.
"Do you know, Calhoun I think old
Swinton is right. We suffer here be-
cause monarchy, with its cruel hand
of Iron, mistreats us. brutalizes us."
He did not see enlightenment come
Into the half-drunken eyes of Dyck.
He only realised that Dyck was very
still, anil strangely, deeply Interested.
"I tell you. Calhoun, we need In Ire-
land something of the spirit that's
alive in France today. They've cleaned
out the kings—Louis' nnd Marie's
heads have dropped Into the basket.
They're sweeping the dirt' out
France; they're cleaning the dark
places; they're whitewashing Ver-
sailles and sawdustlng the Tulleries;
they're starting for the world a refor-
mation which will make It clean. Not
America alone, but England, and all
Europe, will become republics."
"England?" asked Dyck In a low,
"Aye, England, through Ireland. Ire-
! land will come first, then Wales, Scot-
land and England. Dear lad, the great
day Is come—the greatest the world
has ever known. France, the spirit of
if. is alive. It will purge and cleanse
The suspicious, alert look passed
from Dyck's eyes, but his face had be-
come flushed. He reached out and
poured himself another glass of wine.
"What you say may be true. Boyne.
It may be true, but I wouldn't put
faith In It—not for one Icy minute. I
don't want to see here In Ireland the
horrors ami savagery of France. I
don't want to see the guillotine up on
St. Stephen's green."
Boyne felt that he must march care-
fully. He was sure of his game; but
there were difficulties, and he must
not throw his chances away.
"Well. T'll tell you, Calhoun. I don't
know which is worse—Ireland bloody
with shootings ami hangings, Ulster
up In the north and Cork In the south,
from the Giant's causeway to Tralee;
no two sets of feet dancing alike, with •
the bloody hand of England stretching
out over the Irish parliament like
death itself; or France ruling us. How
does the English government live here?
Only by bribery ami purchases. It
buys its way. Isn't that true?"
"Yes, It's true in a way." he replied.
"It's so, because we're what we are.
We've never been properly put in our
places. The heel on our necks—that's
the way to do It."
Boyne looked at the flushed, angry
face. In spite of Dyck's words, he
felt that his medicine was working
"Listen to me. Calhoun," he said
softly. "You've got to do something.
You're living an idle life. You're In
debt. There are but two courses open
to you. One is to Join the British
forces—to be a lieutenant, a captain,
a major, a colonel, or a general, In
time; to shoot and cut and hang and
quarter, and rule with a heavy rod.
That's one way."
"So you think I'm fit for nothing
but the sword, eh?" asked Dyck with
Irony. "You think I've got no brains
for anything except the army."
"Have another drink, Calhoun." He
poured out more wine. "Oh, no, not
the army alone; there's the navy—
and there's the French navy! It's the
best navy in the world, the freest nnd
the greatest, nnd with Bonaparte go-
ing at us, England will have enough
to do—too much, I'm thinking. So
there's a career In the French navy
open. And listen—before you nnd I
are two months older, the French
navy will be In the harbors of Ire-
land, and the French army will land
here." He reached out and grasped
Dyck's arm. "There's no liberty of
freedom under the Union Jack. What
do you think of the tricolor? It's a
great flag, nnd under It the world la
going to be ruled—England, Spain.
Italy, Holland. Prussia, Austria and
Russia— all of them. The time is ripe.
You've got your chance. Take it on,
dear lad. take it on!"
Dyck did not raise his head He
was leaning forward with both arms
on the table, supporting himself firm-
ly ; his head was bowed as though
with deep Interest In what Boyne said.
And. indeed, his Interest was great—
so great that all his manhood, vigor,
nil his citizenship, were vitally alive.
Yet he did not lift bis head.
Dyck m charged with the
murd"- of Eerris Boyne, Shei-
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Disposing of the Dead.
Cremation was common lu ancient
days among the Greeks antl Romans,,
the funeral pyre marking the final dis-
appearance of many heroes. Certain
tribes of American Indians wrapped the
bodies of their dead and fastened them
in cradles 'on the branches of living
trees. But burial remains the com-
mon and perhaps permanent custour
of dUi'oslnj; of the de^d.
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Garnett, A. J. The Independent. (Cashion, Okla.), Vol. 14, No. 26, Ed. 1 Thursday, November 3, 1921, newspaper, November 3, 1921; (gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc107540/m1/2/: accessed September 23, 2018), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.