The Geary Bulletin. (Geary, Okla.), Vol. 13, No. 47, Ed. 1 Thursday, May 16, 1912 Page: 5 of 8
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A popular Irishman. beloved for
Mif a bIU around hi* hoa* town.
4M luMtnlr. U* belonged to ••*-
oral orgaaiobtloBB. aad tho A. O. H.
of Bteoavlll* 4«tM«4 to sewd a rap-1
reeentallv* to hi* fuaeraL
Tho church wa# packed a*4 the
clergymen most »jriapathetic. 1* #1
prtNtai hi* certalaty of Imasortattty
ho west la for simile.
"W# will aay." b* observ'd tor Uluo I
tratloa. “that hero I* * beautiful
watch. Th* e*** I* good *a41* studded
with diamonds. It looks Uho th* ralu-
abl* part of th* watch, hut you can
remove tho work* aad they will hoop
Tho delegate returned to hi* homo
town and wa* Boundod on th* topi* of
th* funeral eortnon.
“Well.” ho reported, “tho father
■aid that Pat wa* no Waterbury."
Jonhtna; hop* you'll got enough Bl**p
to mako up for th* other night.”
Jonkln* alghod a* ho punched out
the light "Thanh you. *lr—and gemd-
ntght" ho murmured.
How long I alopt I cannot toll, ••
they any In atortea, you know; but I
wa* brought Jolly vide awah* by *
light that abono through tho bod-
room'* open door. For if thoro'a on*
thing will wak* me quicker than
everything *1** It'a * light In th* room
at night. Fact l*. I alwaya want It aa
black aa th* what'a-tta name cave, or
oiae I ccn't sloop. And thl* light
came from th* email electric stand oa
tha writing-desk. I could toll that by
'the way It shons.
And Just than th* llttl* Oliver gong
In there chlmod three. Jolly rum
hour for anybody to be up unleo*
they were having aome fun or were
■Ick. So 1 raised my head and called
go Into th* street.” 1 *ald. “If «y
friend can't have ’em. then no Jolly
crowned head* shall. That's flat!"
Billing* started forward with a reg-
I waved him back. “Don’t com*
any nearer, old chap.” I said, holding
my arm out of the window, “or, dash
me. I’ll drop them Instantly. Six sto-
ries. you know—atone flagging be-
"If you don't say you'll take 'em.
time I count three. I'll give 'em a
to**, by Jove! One!"
"Here, Dicky! Don’t be a—"
“Two!" I counted. No bluff, you
know; 1 meant Jolly well to do It.
"Just on* word—one second,
Dicky!” he yelled. "Let me off with
one. then. Dicky! Dicky, old chap!
Be a good sportsman!”
I hesitated. Dash It, one bate* to
take an advantage.
Billings stretched out his arm ap-
pealingly. "Do, old chap!” he plead-
ed. "Give me Just one—one only!”
His hand shook Ilk* a quivering
I yielded reluctantly. "Oh, wel*.
then, call It off with one." 1 said. And
with a sigh I tossed him on* of th*
rubles and dropped the other in th*
pocket of my smoking-jacket. Billings
wiped his forehead, and then be
thanked me and wiped bis eyes.
“So good of you to give in, old
Never will forgrt
Richard Ughtnut. aa American with an
tspyvsw-”s s.'ssr 4#ss
deaa th* pajamas and late at night get*
up for a smoke. Hla servant. Jenklna
cornea In and. falling to recognls*
ant attempts to put him out. Thlnttlag
tha servant crasy. Ughtnut
clothes Intending to summon help venen
he reappears Jenktna fall* on hla .«?*■
With Joy. confirming Lli^htnut ■
that h* is eraay. Jenr‘
It doos not take long for America's
future dtlsens to adopt American
style* He had Just tended at the Bat-1
tery. sad was tolling up Broadway
with his big canvas-covered trunk up-
on his back. A bright orange tie set
off his crisp black locks. *nd a long,
heavy ulster flapped at his heels. But,
crowning glory of all—perched on his
head, and toyed with by th* biting
wtr<*s that swept in from th* sea, was
a brand-new American straw hat—*
fitting crown for a cltlaen In a country
where every man I* a king.
______ _ hideous
ss.. sms aarAr r»“S!
nut Is shocked by th* Sir Is drinking,
smoking and slangy talk Bh* tell* him
her name la Francis and puariee him
with a story of her love for herslstcr's
room-mate, named Frances. Next morn
Ing the girl la missing and Ughtnut hur-
rise to the boat to see her off.
costed by a husky collage boy. who call#
him “Dicky.” but he does not see the
girl. Jack Billing* call* to spend S*
night with Ughtnut. They discover
priceless rubles hidden In th# buttons of
Billings gulped again. "I suppose
not; don’t blame you. Way you re
fixed, you don't have to." He walked
slowly to the window and back. "Take
my advice, Dicky, and got those Hr*
coal* Into your safe deposit vault first
thing in tbs morning. Hello, you’re
counting them off! That’s wise.
For with the knife he had left on
th* table I was cutting away th*
tough threads that held the rubles. 1
cut off the second and fourth, leav-
8o I raised my bead and called
No answer. Reluctantly I swung
out and stepped within the neit
room. Not a soul thera. by Jove!
Then I moved over to Billings' door,
which was wid# open for coolndss,
like my own. 1 could not see th#
shadowed alcove In which the bed
was placed, and so I stood thera hesi-
tating, hating awfully to risk ths pos-
sibility of disturbing btm. don't you
know. And Just then my eyas, rang-
ing sleepily across the room toward
the private ball, were startled by th*
apparition of aa open doorway.
| Startled, all right! And yet. by !
Jove, I was in such s Jolly tog, I Just
stood thera, nodding and batting at It
for n full minute before I eould take
“What I call devilish queer," I de-
cided. I walked over and stuck my
head out into the dark hail.
“Billings! Jenkins!" I whlspersd.
By Jove, not n word! Everything
I aa silent as the tomb!
I didn't like It a bit—eo mysterious.
I you know. Besides, dash it, th* thing
I was getting me *11 w*k*d up! 1 Ju*t
( knew if one* I got *xclt*d and thor-
I oughly awake, it would t*h* me near-
ly ten minutes to get to sleep again.
And, by Jot*. Ju*t th*n th* ezclte-
I meat came, for I got hold of th* fact
after I had stared at it a white, that
I th* door of my apartment opening
into the outer corridor was standing
ajar. Why, dash it. it was not only
standing. It was moving. Then sud-
denly ths broad streak of light from
the corridor widened under the lm-
! puls* of s freshening breese, and th*
I door swung open wit* s bang.
I And then I beard my name spoken.
By Jovs, I had been standing there
i with my mouth open, bobbing my bead
like s silly dodo; but. give you my
! word, I was suddenly wide awake as
I s Jolly owl wagon!
J | Away down the corridor, by th*
I chute, a man was standing, read-
r ing a framed placard. Nothing partic-
ularly remarkable In this, but as th#
door banged he turned his head
abarply and ejaculated:
“Dammit! Now, that will wake
I was surprised, because I couldn't
recall ever having seen him before;
, yet, standing as he did under the light,
I bad opportunity for a devilish good
He was a heavy set old perty, rather
baldlsh, with anowy mutton chops and
* a beefy complexion that was Jolly well
tanned below the hatband line, you
know. The kind of old boy you size
1 up as one of the prime feeder tort
and fond of looking on the wine when
It la Oporto red. Had something of
the cut of the retired India colonels
one see* about the Service clubs In
. - . _ s____ .*411
Willie was looking at the pictures in
g magazine when suddenly he turned
to his father and naked: "Pm, do co-
coanuta really grow on trees?"
"Of course! Where did you think
"Why, pa, I always thought the mon-
keys laid ’em."—Boston Transcript
Ths Usual Way.
"Th* doctors have finally decided
What caused Smith's Illness.”
"Had a consultation, eh?"
chap.” be snuffled,
you for it!”
"Oh. I say, chuck it. you know!" 1
"Whole family will thank you." he
went’on In his handkerchief. "Prince-
ly magnanimity and nil that sort of
thing—you’ll Just hsv* to come up tor
the week end with me this—'*
Mutilating ibr Food and Refute
h*f ibr SloamcivindBewcteof
ness and Rest .Conlains neidwr
Opium.Morphine nor Mineral
rubles are not yours, whose do you
think they are?"
I whirled about quickly. “Yours.” 1
■aid, and laid them In hia hand.
“My compliments, old chap," 1 add-
ed, smiling. By Jove! One time, at
least. I put It all over old Billings!
"No!" he gasped, crouching over
and gripping my shoulder.
I grinned cheerfully.
He fell Into a chair and Just sat
there mouthing at ms and then at the
jewels In hla hand,
devilish silly. r..i:
The Cestaur Comhmiv,
—. Old boy looked
Really acted like he
had aome aort of stroke—that sort of
I laughed at him. |
"Don’t you a**?" 1 aald. trying to I
explain. "Wouldn't have known a
dashed thing about the buttons be-
ing rubles but for you. So lucky tfiey
cam* to ms so I can got s chance to
help out your collection. Awfully glad,
old chap." • |
He eleuebed the Jewels, and looked
“Dicky—" He coughed a little hus-
kily as he paused. “Dicky." Hla voice
was so low I could hardly hear him.
“DIcHy, ron’r* off your trolley, and
Tm k damned—"
He raised bts arm and dropped it
“Well, never mind what," ha fin-
ished with n lift of the shoulders.
“But I want to say something, it'a
about what I offered you for tho*#
stones. The price—th* amount I
named—wasn’t even s decent gamble;
hut It was all 1 could go, and oh, 11
wanted one so badly, Dicky! And
now you've mad# ms feel like s dog.
And 1 can't take your gift, old chap,
any mors than I eould afford to offer
you the real value of on# of these
beautiful atonea. Here." And he
passed them back to mi.
"I know each of them to be worth
anywhere from forty to fifty thousand
dollara," he aald quietly. 'They're the
W. L. DOUGLAS
“I Waa Se Startled I Lost th# Grip en My Monocle."
I reached forward eagerly His size! By Jovs, I had forgotten
sd on shaking hands. By all about the Item of size! I Just col-
t luck! lapsed Into a chair aa he said good
Inga looked regularly over- night, and sat there blinking In a
he could do waa Just shake regular stupefaction of horror aa bla
and numn my arm. Why. door dosed behind him.
For be waa devilish sensitive about
his bulk, and I dared not any * word.
For MBN. WOMSN told BOYS
Woar W. I- Douglas Shoos. You
SSSSorym stylo, fit
more even than giving in aoout me
ruby. It was the first time I had ever
accepted hla Invitation, you know.
“Tell you what, old chap," he aald.
aa soon aa be could speak. “I'm go-
ing to tell you what to do with that
other stone. You savs that for her.’’
“Her!” By Jove, I waa so startled
I lost the grip on my monocle. Bill-
ings nodded emphatically.
“Tea, air—tor her; ahe’U be along
on* of thee* days."
"By Jov*. you know!" I waa almost
dizzy with a auddeo Id**. 1 fished
out the Jewel and I e'd It befor* my
glaa*. squinting doubtfully at It I
wondered it It waa good *nougb for
“I say, Billings." I murmured
I thoughtfully. "Blonde# or brunettes.
I you know—which wear ruble*?"
“Both!” H* aald It with a klod of
jaw enap. "They wear anything In
the Jewel line they can frees# on to."
| "But which—”
t “The worst? Blondes, my boy—
A Nocturnal Intrusion.
"Oh, but I aay, It’a Impossible, you
know!” And I stared at Jenkins In-
He grinned foolishly. "I know, sir;
but he’s In 'em. Just tbs same, and 1
must say they do fit lovsly—Juat easy-
"By Jove!" 1 gasped helplessly.
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i earth d'you k#ep clapping
last singer was awful!"
but I liked the style of
and I want to bare an
“Dare aay." I said sleepily *■ I ?*B
back upon my pillow. "Oood nlgbt.
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Roff, Charles H. The Geary Bulletin. (Geary, Okla.), Vol. 13, No. 47, Ed. 1 Thursday, May 16, 1912, newspaper, May 16, 1912; Geary, Oklahoma. (https://gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc1076935/m1/5/: accessed March 21, 2019), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, https://gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.