Geary Bulletin. (Geary, Okla.), Vol. 4, No. 19, Ed. 1 Thursday, October 30, 1902 Page: 6 of 12
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The Geary Bulletin.
A. C. STACKHOUSE. Publisher.
GEARY, • • OKLAHOMA
End of the Chapter.
IZENYON MEREDITH twiKted
J\ round several times on his re-
volving1 chair, and, with an impatient
movement of the hand, suid:
“Ask Miss Gerard to come in here.
The frown left his face us a girl
entered—a girl who was unknown to
him save by name.
“I don’t know why it is," she said,
without preface, “but mother can
know no peace till she has seen you.
She knew your father, you know,"
with a queer, ironical smile. "How
bored you must be with people who
trude on that past acquaintance to
make you do things you hate!"
"Not at all!” he hastened to assure
her, letting his quick, appreciative
eye roam from the soft curve of
her uplifted chin to her little pat-
ent-dud toes, that were tracing pat-
terns on the carpet. “Only, you see,
I no longer practice—”
"A triviality of that sort means
nothing to mother,” she averred.
And he laughed—a very attractive,
pleasant laugh—and wondered why
she roused in him interest; why he
kept silence thnt he might hear her
voice; why he felt compelled to seek
her glance, that glance thnt wan-
dered rather haughtily over his head.
She ought not to attract him, he told
himself, and yet she. did. Her man-
ner was very distant, her mouth
grave, and if her eyes had a lurking
smile, it was, he felt sure, an habit-
ual one, born of gay good humor—
of sweet temper.
“Mother has made tip her mind to
see you,” she continued, “and the
fact that you no longer visit or re-
ceive patients only makes her more
determined. Will you go to her? She
sent me, instead of writing you a
Meredith inwardly complimented!
Mrs. Gerard upon her choice of a
messenger. Aloud, he merely said:
“It will give me great pleasure,”
and rose as she did, furtively mark-
ing the mixture of question and in-
credulity in her straight, raised eye-
She thanked him gravely, indiffer-
ently, was evidently quite uncon-
scious of the warm pressure of his
handclasp, and, with a slight bow,
i And that is how they first met.
Yesterday she was but a name to
him; he was hardly aware of her
existence. To-day—in ten minutes—
the world, in some inexplicable way,
had changed for him. The dull, blue
glasses through which he was accus-
tomed to look upon it were snatched
from his eyes, snatched by a soft,
tender hand, that, replaced them, all
unconsciously, with those which were
With a light laugh, he pushed aside
the papers on his desk, and fell to
pacing the room restlessly. Once he
stopped before a mirror, studying in
it his reflection. He was neither
young nor good-looking; but his face
was kind, open and full of character.
It bore traces of some suffering, too,
and the lines about his clean-shaven
mouth gave evidence of great deter-
mination, thnt matched a certain ex-
pression sometimes to be seen in
And when he had spent more than
an hour in thought, he put on his
hat, and paid his promised visit to
Mrs. Gerard, with promptitude which
she considered very flattering.
"Mother is not really ill.”
There was no question in the girl’s
tone. She was standing before
Meredith, her eyes frxed searcliingly
on his; and they were both occupy-
ing the half-yard of Mrs. Gerard’s
balcony which was not covered with
“No, not really,” he replied un-
guardedly, watching the little soft
rings of hair ns they were lifted
from her forehead by the light night
“Then why have you come here
every day for five weeks?”
It was a question lie was not pre-
pared to answer off hand, and so
took refuge in temporary silence.
“It pleases her.” he said at last.
“She—she—has confidence in me;
and—it enables me to see you, too—
“Sometimes?” she. queried, and
smiled—one of her rare, sweet
smiles—full in his eyes. He thrust
liis hands into his pockets, over-
coming a desire to draw her into
bis arms. And liis voice sounded
cold when he spoke again, because
of the restraint he was putting on
“Your life cannot be a happy one,
shut up in this great heuse, in ever-
lasting attendance upon—”
“No, it is not happy; but thnt can-
not be helped.”
“1 differ with you. It can—it
should. If you will let it be so—it
"Hark! That is mother nulling.
You are very good. Good-night.”
She gave him both her hands with
tlie utmost frankness, smiled again
into his fucc, as a fearless child
might, not ns n woman would, and
left him, piqued, bntllcd, witli hiiTf-
nngry eyes, frowning down upon an
“I might be her father!” he re-
flected, walking slowly home. “She
Is more than lovely, but she is an
icicle. She has no idea of the mean-
ing of love; but she shall learn, and
I will teach her. She is a statue
now, but she sliull came to life be-
neath my influences, my touch!"
Even as he made this half-fierce
resolution some memory cuine to
him that drove the color from his
face. With an impatient gesture he
turned into bis own house, deter-
minedly thrusting aside, any dis-
“You are not unlmppj' now?"
As Meredith asked the question
he shipped his sculls, bent a little
forward and tried to get the better
of the gathering gloom and the
great brim of her hat in an endeavor
to meet her eyes.
The river was thronged, there was
an incessant busy hum of voices;
now and then some pleasure-seekers,
whose only idea of enjoyment was to
make a great noise, cleft the air
with shouts and songs. But Marion
Gerard and her companion were deaf
and blind to all about them.
She did not answer—she was a
woman of so few words—only her
month and eyes smiled together.
And she let him take one of her
hands and pull off the loose glove,
and rest his lips on the veins that
crossed in a blue V at her wrist, and
then lingering on each separate fin-
ger. Her eyes dwelt fondly on his
dark, bent head, and a thrill of pas-
sionate tenderness swept over her,
hut she gave no sign. And when
they had landed, and he was walking
by her side between two great
hedges of syringa, he said again, half
“You are not unhappy now?”
“Why ask—when you know?”
“Because I like you to tell me; be-
cause I can’t read your thoughts
through the back of a straw liat;
because you say so little that every
word is valuable. You are cold as
ice—you sleep—you dream! Will
you never wake to life—to warmth—
to tenderness—for me?”
The words left his lips rather
rapidly, in unconsidered impulse,
while a wave of joyous exultation
passed over him at the mute, unex-
pected, characteristic answer—two
soft, warm arms wound round his
neck, two shy, sweet lips held glad-
ly, willingly, up to his.
“You are awake—at last?” he said,
hardly above his breath, and crushed
his mouth on hers in passionate
That night, when Meredith had
gone, and Marion Gerard stood smil-
ing down upon the restless river, a
woman swept her skirts with a little
decisive rustle over the trim lawn,
and laid a gentle hand on the girl’s
“You are a mere child,” she said,
without warning, “with your old-
world notions and your unfashion-
able ideas of life in general, and
your mother is an idiot—always was!
That is why I, for your own good,
mean to speak. 1 am your aunt, any-
“What have I done?” the girl ques-
tioned in surprise.
“Not much—yet. It’s what you
may do. I haven’t the remotest idea
how Kenyon Meredith took up the
part of ‘tame eat’ about your house,
only I may as well tell you, before
matters go any farther, that liis wife
is alive. They have been separated
for 20 years, but—she lives. Marion,
1 am telling you—”
“For my good,” the other inter-
rupted, then paused, while her lips
grew white and her eyes wide and
troubled. “Don’t you know people
hate being told things for their
good?” and turned away, blindly,
gropingly, with a little despairing
gesture that forbade further speech
on her aunt’s part.
“Is it true?”
The simple words left the girl’s
lips in a sort of panting whisper,
next day, as she stood on the oppo-
site side of his library table, facing
“My dear child, I thought you were
above listening to the petty gossip
“Is it true?”
He came to her side, and held lier
foi-eibly to him before lie answered.
“Let me go—”
“Not till you have heard me.”
So she made no further struggle
to escape liis hold, hut leant wearily
against liis arm while he spoke.
His voice was very low and per-
suasive. His explanation might have
been convincing to other ears, hut
she was shutting out from hers the
insidious, pleading tones, striving
with all lier might to steel herself
against him. And when he was silent
sha Unlaced his fingers determinate-
ly from about her wrists, and went
a little distance from Inin.
“I don’t believe’ you have been lis-
tening—that you have heard a word,”
he declared, discontentedly, following
“I huve tried not. My only snfe
guard lies in being deaf to every
sound of your voice. Ah!” turning
suddenly toward him, and fixing hei
dry, miserable eyes on his, "what
made you do it? Why could you not
have left me in peace—in—■”
"Not happiness,’’ he said, swiftly,
across her words.
“Not? You are remembering that
1 was foolish enough to resent a lit-
tle dull monotony. What is that
compared to the weariness of all the
empty years to come? Were there
no other women—women whose
hearts have passed through bo many
storms thnt they have lost the power
of feeling keenly—upon whom you
could practice your sophistries?
Were there not—”
“It was because you were so un-
like all other women I had ever
known that I was first, attracted to
you. It was because in your half-
haughty indifference you nppenred
to me so alluringly unassailable that
the desire grew within me to he he
who should pierce the armor of your
chilly reserve till it lay broken and
yseless at your feet. It was be-
cause I knew your heart to he un-
touched by passion that I longed to
stir within it thoughts of love. It
was because you were so sweet, so
true, so pure, so innocent, that—”
“For your sport you have laid
waste my whole life.”
The words, gently spoken, shamed
him as no bitter reproach could have
“At first,” he admitted, the slow
color rising to and then receding
from his face, “in wanton careless-
ness I played a game so familiar to
me, only on different lines. And then
it became earnest; so desperately,
painfully earnest! I ought to have
drawn hack, hut I could not! Tt is so
seldom a man resists his inclinations!
And then I forgot everything: at.
least I shut out remembrance. For
the first time I grew ashamed of my
past, and dreamed of a future, at,
your side, when I should be raised
by the influence of your pure love
to your level—ah! not”—as she
shook her head sadly—“in the world’s
eyes, perhaps, because it never can
or will understand; but in yours, in
mine, away, apart from everyone!”
He went on vehemently, noting the
growing pallor of her cheeks.
“I deserve every reproach from
“But that is the worst of it.” she
interrupted, coming nearer to him
and resting her cold hands half ab-
sently on his breast. “I cannot re-
proach you—I don’t want to. Don’t
you see that it is an awful battle be-
tween my love for you and my deter-
mination to put you out of my life
altogether? And I am so fearful lest,
it should be a one-sided fight—lest
the victory should lie with the one it
should not. Can’t you understand?
I have no heart, no mind, that is not
dominated by you. There is only just
the certainty that in that future of
which you speak, you, forgetting
that you had dragged me down,
would learn to despise me, too!
That alone goads my spirit to right
doing. To all else I am blinded by
my love—that love which makes all
you say’ and do seem good in my
“I was so proud to be no longer
myself, hut only yours; now I know
T must be forever—no one’s! And I
may live," lier voice rising to a little
unconscious wail, “50 more years!”
He pressed her face down on his
heart, that he might not see the
agony in her eyes.
“What, then, do you mean to do?”
he asked. “To—leave you now—at
once. Don’t,” with a light laugh that
had a sob in it. “tempt me to stay!”
There was something in her voice
which told him argument would be
useless, and with a hopeless sigh lie
let his arms fall to his sides and left
There was dead silence, save for
the ticking of the clock, which sound-
ed unusually loud. He felt, rather
than saw, that she reached the door.
It opened, then closed—and still she
was not gone. She was coming to-
ward him. She had #not strength to
go after all, he thought, while a wild,
delirious joy, that sent the blood
rushing to his head and robbed him
of sight and hearing, took posses-
sion of him.
“You have come back?” he said,
breathlessly, and held out to her
both his hands.
“Dear,” she answered, gravely,
“don’t make—another woman—suf-
The rest of the sentence died away
in a whisper. Through the blind
tangle of his mind, the booming in
liis ears, there came the slow, de-
parting rustle of her gown, the click
of the latch, the soft closing of the
His face contracted painfully, and
then fell forward on his arms, flung
down in hitter, hopeless despair upon
the windowsill.—Clement Scott's Free
GOVERNOR OF OREGON
in His Family
CAPITOL BUILDING, SALEM, OREGON.
A Letter From the Executive Office of Oregon.
Pe-ru-na is known from the Atlantic
to the Pacific. Letters of congratula-
tion and commendation testifying to
the merits of Pe-ru-na as a catarrh
remedy are pouring in from every State
in the Union. Dr. Hartman is receiving
hundreds of such letters daily. Ail
classes write these letters, from the
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The outdoor laborer, the indoor arti-
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The stage and rostrum, recognizing ca-
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Any man who wishes perfect health
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The Governor of Oregon is an ardent
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State of Oregon, )
Executive Department, >
Salem, May 9, 1898. )
The Pe-ru-na Medicine Co., Columbus,
Dear Sirs—I have had occasion to use
your Pe-ru-na medicine in my family
for colds', and it proved to be an excel-
lent remedy. I have not had occasion
to use it for other ailments.
Yours very truly, W. M. Lord.
It will be noticed that the Governor
saj’s he has not had occasion to use Pe-
ru-na for other ailments. The reason
for this1 is, most other ailments begin
with a cold. Using Pe-ru-na to prompt-
ly cure colds, lie protects his family
against other ailments. This'is exactly
what every other family in the United
States should do. Keep Pe-ru-na in the
house. Use it for coughs, colds, la
grippe, and Other climatic affections1 of
winter, and there will be no other ail-
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should provide themselves, with a copy
of Dr. Hartman’s free hook, entitled
“Winter Catarrh.” Address Dr. Hart-
man, Columbus, Ohio.
Not So Very Crney.
An Emporia (Kan.) sportsman was out
gunning a few days ago, the Gazette says,
and happened to go by the poor farm.xOne
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The Emporia man said he had a meadow lark
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dog worth?” “Twenty-five dollars.” “An
$85 hunting oiftfit to kill 25 cents’ worth of
game! They keep me locked up in here be-
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