The County Democrat. (Tecumseh, Okla.), Vol. 24, No. 19, Ed. 1 Friday, January 25, 1918 Page: 2 of 8
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SHOULD BE LABOR OF LOVE
Only Those Who Really Enjoy Their
Work Can Hope to Attain Any High
Degree of Success.
The richest rewards come only when j
one can literally fall In love with one's |
work. If you are keenly interested In
your dally efforts, your work Is being
done more satisfactorily. It Is a labor
of love. Every day la an enjoyuble ex-
perience.
Love your work. Retain your youth-
ful enthusiasm. All this means that
you uiust take every possible care of
your health. That you must maintain
your physical energies at hlghwater
mark. Remember always that you de-
pend upon your bodily machine for
the attainment of your object In life.
Take care of that machine.
Is It not worth more than an auto-
mobile, thun an airplane, a line horse
or dog? Is It not In reality beyond
financial valuation? Recogulze Its
mine to the full. Remember that each
day you ore what your food makes you.
Your muscles, the strength and contour
of your body, are Influenced by the ex-
ercise you take. The blood that makes
up the tissues, that nourishes Hnd gives
energy and enthusiasm to your brain,
depends upon your diet and exercise
and the general care you give your
body.—Physical Culture.
Misplaced Prayers.
Little Margaret lives on an army
post, across the road from the com-
pany mess. The mess cook Is prone
to swearing when the bread Is over-
done.
One morning, us she rushed Into the
room, the expression on the little girl's
face was one of puzzlement.
“Mother,” she said, “that cook Is
an awful queer man. He says his pray-
ers In the daytime.”
When a woman tnkes a man Into her
confidence he la up against the worst
kind of confidence game.
Hero worship endures forever while
man endures.—Carlyle.
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^here is no purer
or more healthful
food for children
than
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Its natural sweet-
ness appeases the
child's appetite for
added sugar, and
the quanity of milk
or cream needed
is about half that
required for the
ordinary cereal.
GRAPE'NUIS IS AN
ECONOMICAL FOOD
The Hidden Power
Most of us never learn what
great powers lie undeveloped
within our mind and body. We
go through life working at about
fifty per cent pressure. Unless
there come a crisis which calls
out to duty the last ounce of
bodily strength and the most
acute mental energy, we go to
the end of life’s string knowing
not how much of the Creator's
gift we have neglected and let go
to waste.
"The Real Man" 13 the story
of a young fellow who hnd the
good fortune to face a real crisis
when he was twenty-five years
old. It cnlled out his entire re-
serve of strength und courage.
For 25 year* there existed a
smug person, hide-bound, soft,
shrewd. Then came the blow-
off l The real man stepped out
of that smug disguise and
showed the stuff that was in
hlin. It was great stuff, too.
All of you will enjoy "The
Real Man.” It will entertain.
I» vlll provoke serious thought.
It mny lend you to engine the
Inside of your «bcll of life In
search of the real man or the
renl woman. It may help you to
discover a way to work at higher
pressure than fifty per cent—
and If you do, you'll know the
secret that has made men fa-
mous throughout the world’s
history.
THE EDITOR.
J
CHAPTER I.
Bank Cashier and Society Man.
It was ten minutes of eight when J.
Montague Smith hnd driven Ills run-
about to Its garage and was hnstt
across to his suite of bachelor apart-
ments In the Kincaid terrace. There
was reason for the haste. It was his
regular evening for calling upon Miss
Verda Rlchlander, nnd time pressed.
The provincial beatitudes had chosen
a fit subject for their Illustration In
the young cashier of the Lawrence-
ville Rank and Trust. From his earliest
recollections .Montague Smith had lived
the life of the well-behaved and the
conventional. He hud his niche In tho
Lawrencevllle social structure, nnd an-
other in the small-city business w rid,
and he filled both to his own satisfac-
tion and to the admiration of all and
•undry. Ambitions, other than to take
promotions In the hank ns they came to
him. and. eventually, to mnke money
enough to satisfy the demands which
Josinh Rlchlander might make upon a
prospective son-in-law, had never trou-
bled him. An extremely well-balanced
young man his fellow townsmen called
him, one of whom It might safely be
predicted that he would go straightfor-
wardly on his way to reputable middle
life and old age ; moderate in all things.
Impulsive In none.
Even In the affair with Miss Rich-
lander sound common sense and sober
second thought had been made to
stand In the room of supersentiment.
Smith did not know what It was to be
violently In love; though he was n
charter member of the Lawrencevllle
Athletic club nnd took a certain pride
In keeping himself physically fit and up
to the mark. It was not his habit to be
violent In anything. Lawrencevllle
expected Its young men nnd young
women to marry and “settle down."
and J. Montague Smith, figuring in a-
modest way as a leuder in the Luw-
rencevlUe youngest set, was far too
conservative to break with the tradi-
tion, even If he had wished to. Miss
Richlnndor was desirable in many re-
spects. Her father's ample fortune hail
not come early enough or rapidly
enough to spoil her. In moments when
his feeling for her achieved Its near-
est approach to sentiment the conser-
vative young man perceived what a
graciously resplendent figure she would
make as the mistress of her own house
and the hostess at her own table.
Smith snapped the switch of the elec-
trics and began to lay out his evening
clothes, methodically but with a cer-
tain air of calm deliberation, inserting
the buttons In the waistcoat, choosing
hose of the proper thinness, rummag-
ing a virgin tie out of Its box In the
top dressing-case drawer.
It was In the search for the tie that
he turned up a mute reminder of his
nearest approach to any edge of the
real chasm of sentiment: n small glove,
somewhat soiled and use-worn, with a
tiny rip In one of the fingers. It had
been a full year since he had seen the
glove or Its owner, whom he had met
only once, nnd that entirely by chance.
The girl was a visitor from the West,
the daughter of n ranchman, he had
understood; nnd she had been stopping
over with friends In a neighboring
town. Smith hnd driven over one eve-
ning in his runabout to mnke n enil
upon the daughters of the house, and
hnd found a lawn party In progress,
with the western visitor ns the guest
f honor.
\ quaintance—such on acquaintance
i us can be achieved in a short social
hour—had followed. At all point* the
bewitching young woman from the wil-
derness hnd proved to he a mocking
critic of the commonplace conventions, j
1 nnd had heon moved to pillory the
j same In the person of her momentary
, entertainer. Some thrills (his young
j person from the wide horizons had
I stirred In him were his only excuse for
! stealing her glove. There remained
now nothing of the clnshlng encounter
at the lawn party save the soiled glove,
n rather obscure memory of a face too
piquant and attractive to he cheapened
by the word "pretty;” these and a \
thing she hnd said at the moment of j
parting: “Yes; I am going back home j
very soon. I don't like your smug mid-
dle West civilization. Mr. Smith—It
smothers me. I don't wonder that It *
breeds men who live and grow up and j
die without ever having u chance to
find themselves.”
Some day, perhaps, he would tell
Verda Rlchlander of the sharp-tongued
little Western beauty. Verda—nnd all
sensible people—would smile at the
Idea that he, John Montague Smith,
was of those who had not “found"
themselves, or that the finding—by
which he hnd understood the Western
young woman to mean something radi-
cal nnd upsetilng—could In nn.v way
be forced upon a man who was old
enough-nnd sane enough to know his
own lengths nnd brendths nnd depths.
He was stripping off his cout to dress
when he saw two Utters which had evi-
dently been thrust under the door dur-
ing his nbsonce nt supper time. One of
the envelopes was plain, with his name
scribbled on It In pencil. The other
bore a typewritten address with the
card of Westfall Foundries company In
Its upper left-hand corner. Smith
opened Carter Westfall’s letter first
nnd read It with a little twinge of
slioeked surprise, as one reads the story
of a brave battle fought nnd lost.
“Dear Monty," It ran. “I have been
trying to reach you by phone off aud
on ever since the adjournment of our
stockholders’ meeting nt three o’clock.
We, of the little Inside pool, have got
It where the chicken got the nx. Rlch-
lander lmd more proxies up his sleeve
than we thought he had, nnd be has
put the steam roller over us to a finish,
lie was able to vote 55 per cent of the
stock straight, nnd you know what that
means: a consolidation with the Rich-
lander foundry trust, and the hearse
nnd white horses for yours truly nnd
the minority stockholders. We’re dead
—dead nnd burled.
“Of course, I stand to lose every-
thing, but that Isn't nil of It. I’m hor-
ribly anxious for fear you’ll be tangled
up personally In some way in the mat-
ter of that Inst loan of $100,000 that I
got from the Rank nnd Trust. You will
remember you made the loan while
Dunham was away, nnd I am certain
you told me you had his consent to
take my Foundries stock as collateral.
That pnrt of It Is all right, but, ns mat-
ters stand, the stock Isn't worth the
paper It is printed on, nnd—well, to
tell the bald truth, I’m scared of Dun-
hum. Briekley, the Chicago lawyer
they have brought down here, tells me
that your bank Is behind the consolida-
tion deal, nnd If thnt Is so, there Is go-
ing to be a bank loss to show up on iny
paper, nnd Dunham will cnrefully cover
his tracks for the snke of the bank’s
standing.
"It Is a hideous mess, and It has oc-
curred to me that Dunham can put you
In bad, If he wants to. When you made
that $100,000 loan, you forgot—nnd I
forgot for the moment—that you own
ten shares of Westfall Foundries In
your own name. If Dunham wants to
stand from under, this might be used
against you. You must get rid of that
stock. Monty, nnd do It quick. Trans-
fer the ten shares to me, dating the
transfer back to Saturday. I still have
the stock books In my hands, and I'll
make the entry in the record and date
It to fit. This may look a little crook-
ed, on the surface, but It’s your salva-
tion. and we can't stop to split hairs
when we’ve Just been shot full of holes.
“WESTFALL.”
Smith folded the letter mechanically
nnd thrust it Into his pocket. Carter
Westfall was his good friend, nnd the
cashier had tried, unofficially, to dis-
suade Westfall from borrowing after
be had admitted thnt he was going to
use the money In an attempt to buy
up the control of Ills own company’s
stock. Smith was thinking of the big j
bank loss nnd the hopeless ruin of j
Carter Westfall when he tore the sec-
ond envelope across and took out tho ]
Inclosed slip of scratch-paper. It was
a note from the president nnd It was
dated within the hour. Mr. Dunham
was back ’ i Lawrencevllle earlier than
expected, nnd the no»e had been writ-
ten nt the hank. It was a curt sum-
mons; the cashlor was wanted, nt onco.
At the moment. Smith did not con-
nect the summons with the Westfall
cataclysm, or with any other untoward
thing. Mr. Watrous Dunham had a
habit of dropping In nnd out unexpect-
edly. Also, lie had the habit of send-
ing for his cashier or any other mem-
ber of the banking force at whatever
hour the notion seized him. Smith
went to the telephone and called up
•h» Rlchlander house. The prompt-
ness with which the multimillionaire’s
daughter came to the phone was an
Intimation that his ring was not entire-
ly unexpected.
“This Is Montague," he said, when
Miss Rlchlander’s mellifluous “Main
four six eight—Mr. Rlchlander’* re-#
deuce" came over the wire. Then:
“What are you going to think of a man
who calls you up merely to beg off?"
he asked.
Miss Rlchlander'* reply was merciful
nnd he was permitted to go on nnd ex-
plain. ‘T in awfully sorry, but it can’t
very well be helped, you know*. Mr.
Dunham has returned, nnd he wants
me at the bank. I’ll he up n little later
on. If I can break away, and you’ll let
me come. . . . Thunk you, ever so
much. Goodby.”
The Lawrencevllle Rank and Trust,
lately Installed In dts new marble-ve-
neered quarters, was only four squares
distant. As he van approaching the
corner. Smith saw thnt there were only
two lights In the hank, one In the vault
corridor und another In the ruiled-off
open space In front which held the
president's desk nnd his own. Through
the big plate-glass windows he could
see Mr. Dunham. The president was
apparently ut work, his portly figure
filling the pndded swing-chair. He hnd
one elbow on the desk, and the fingers
of the uplifted hand were thrust into
Ills thick inop of hair.
Smith hnd his own keys and he let
himself In quietly through the door on
the side street. The night-watchman's
chair stood In Its accustomed place in
the vault corridor, but It was empty.
To n suspicious person the empty clmtr
might have hnd Its significance; but
Montague Smith was not suspicious.
The obvious conclusion was tlmt Mr.
Dunham had sent the watchman forth
upon some errand; nnd the motive
needed not to be tagged as ulterior.
Without meaning to be particularly
noiseless, Smith—rubber heels on tiled
floor assisting—was unlatching the
gate In the counter railing before Ills
superior offleer beard him and looked
up. There was an Irritable note In the
president’s greeting.
“Oh, it’s you. at last, is It?” he
rasped. “You have t’*ken your own
good time about coming. It’s a lmlf-
hnur and more since I sent that note to
your room.”
CHAPTER II.
Metastasis.
Smith drew out the chair from the
stenographer’s table and sat down.
Like the cashiers of many little-city
banks, he was only a salaried man, nnd
the president rarely allowed him to
forget the fact. None the less, his boy-
• 4 it**
"I Am Not Going to Do What You
Want."
ish gray eyes were reflecting Just a
shade of the militant antagonism in
Mr. Watrous Dunham's when he said:
“1 was dining at the Country club with
a friend, and I didn’t go to my rooms
until a few minutes ago.”
The president sat back In the big
mahogany swing-chair. His face, with
the cold, protrusive eyes, the heavy
lips, and the dewlap lower law, was the
face of a man who shoots to kill.
“I suppose you’ve heard the news
about Westfall?”
Smith nodded.
“Then you nlso know that the bank
stands to lose a cold hundred thousand
on that loan you mnde him?”
The young man in the stenographer’s
chair knew now very well why the
night-watchman had been sent away.
Smith saw the solid foundations of his
small world—the only world he had
ever known—crumbling to a threatened
dissolution.
“You mny remember that I advised
against the making of that loan when
Westfall first spoke of It.” he said,
after he had mastered tlie premoni-
tory chill of panic. “It was a bad risk
—for him and for us.”
“I suppose you won’t deny that the
loan was made while I wps away In
New York,” was the challenging re-
joinder.
“It was. But you gave your sanction
before you went East.”
Tlie president twirled his chair to
face the objector and brought his palm
down with a smack upon the desk-
slide.
“No!” he stormed. “What I told
you to do was to look up his collateral;
and you took a snap Judgment and let
him have the money! Westfall Is your
friend, and you ure a stockholder la
ills bankrupt company. You took a
chance for your own hand and put the
bank In the hole. Now I'd like to ask
what you are going to do about It.”
Smith looked up quickly. Somewhere
Inside of him the carefully erected
walls of use and custom were tumbling
In strange ruins and out of the debris
another structure, formless as yet, but
obstinately sturdy, was rising.
”1 am not going to do what you want
me to do, Mr. Dunham—step In and be
your convenient scapegoat,” he said,
wondering a little In his Inner recesse*
how he was finding tho sheer brutal
man-courage to say such n thing to the
| president of the Lawrencevllle Bank
and Trust. “I suppose you have rea-
sons of your own for wishing to shltt
the responsibility for this particular
loss to my shoulders. But whether you
have or haven't, I decline to accept It.” j
The president tilted his chair and j
locked his hands over one knee.
"It Isn't a question of shifting the
responsibility, Montague.” he said,
dropping the bullying weapon to take
up another. “The loan was mnde In
my absence. You hnve taken the bank’s
money to holster up a falling concern
in which you are a stockholder. Go to
nny lawyer in Lawrencevllle—the best
one you can find—and he’ll tell you ex-
actly where you stand.”
While the hlg clock over the vault
entrance was slowly ticking off a full
half-minute the young man whose fu-
ture hnd become so suddenly and so
threateningly involved neither moved
nor spoke, but his silence was no meas-
ure of the turmoil of conflicting emo-
tions and passions that were rending
him.
“I may not prove quite the easy
mark that your plun seems to prefig-
ure, Mr. Dunham.” he returned at
length, trying to say It calmly. “Just
what ure you expecting me to do?”
“Now you nre talking more like a
grown man.” was the president's crusty
ndmlsslon. “You are In a pretty had
boat, Montague, and that Is why I sent
for you tonight.”
“Well?” said the younger man.
“You can see how It will be. If I
con say to the directors thnt you have
already resigned—and If you nre not
where they can too easily lay hands on
you—they mny not care to push the
charge against you. There Is a train [
west nt ten o’clock. If I were in your
I place, I should pack ft couple of suit-
cases nnd take it. That Is the only
safe thing for you to do. If you need
any ready money—”
It was nt this point thnt J. Montague
Smith rose up out of the stenographer’s
chair and buttoned his coat.
“ ‘If I need nny ready money,’ ” he
repented slowly, advancing a step to-
ward the president's desk. “That Is
where you gave yourself away, Mr.
Dunham. You authorized that loan,
nnd did it because you were willing to
use the bank’s money to put Carter
Westfall In the hole so deep that he
could never climb out. Now, It seems,
you nre willing to bribe the only dan-
gerous witness. I don’t need money
badly enough to sell my good name for
it^ I shall stay right here in Lawrence-
ville nnd fight It out with you!”
The president turned abruptly to his
desk and his hand sought the row of
electric bell-pushes. With a finger
resting upon the one marked “police.”
he said: “There Isn’t nny room for
nrgument, Montague. You can have one
more minute in which to change your
mind. If you stay, you’ll begin your
fight from the Inside of the county
Jail.”
Now there hnd been nothing In John
Montague Smith’s well-ordered quar
ter century of boyhood, youth, ano
business mnnhood to tell him how to
cope with the crude and savage emer-
gency which he was confronting. But
In the granted minute of respite some-
thing within him, a thing as primitive
nnd elemental ns the crisis with which
It was cnlled upon to grapple, shook It
self awake. He stepped quickly across
I the Intervening space and stood under ■
the shaded desk light within arm’s j
reach of the man In the big swing
cliuir.
“You have it all cut and dried, even
to the setting of the police trap, haven’t
you?” he gritted, hardly recognizing
his own voice. “You meant to hang
me first nnd try your own case with the
directors afterwnrd. Mr. Dunham, I
know you better than you think I do:
! you nre not only a crook—you are a
yellow-livered coward, as well! You ,
don’t dare to press thnt button!”
While he was saying It, the president [
hnd lwif risen, nnd the hnnd which |
had been hovering over the bell-pushes !
shot suddenly under the piled papers
In the corner of the desk. When it j
came out It was gripping the weapon I
which Is never very far out of reach in !
a bunk.
HUSBAND
SAVES WIFE
From Suffering by Getting
Her Lydia E. Pinkham’*
Vegetable Compound.
Pittsburgh, Pa.—“ For many month*
I was not able to do my work owing to
a weakness which
caused backache
and headache* A
friend called m y
attention to one of
your newspaper
advertisements and
immediately my
husband bought
three bottles of
LydiaE. Pinkham’*
Vegetable Com-
pound for me.
After taking two
bottles I felt fin*
and my troubles caused by that weak-
ness are a thing of the past. All women
who suffer as I did should try Lydis E.
Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound.”—
Mrs. Jab. Rohrberg, 620 Knapp St.,
N. 8., Pittsburgh, Pa.
Women who suffer from any form of
weakness, as indicated by displacements.
Inflammation, ulceration, irregularities,
backache, headaches, nervousness or
“the blues," should accept Mrs. Rohr-
berg’ s suggestion and give Lydia E.
Pinkham's Vegetable Compound •
thorough trial.
For over forty year* it has been
correcting such ailments. If you hav#
mysterious complications write for
advice to Lydia E. Pinkham Medicina
Co., Lynn, Mass.
Give the Boys
Something to
Hurry Home for—
Of course, they’ll be hungry when
they come in from their work. But
serve them some tempting, crisp,
browm doughnuts, and you’ll make
that meal a feast
R. B. M. Baking Powder
and R. B. M. Shortening
insures successful doughnuts.
R. B. M. Baking powder is efficient
wholesome and economical. It’s 15c
a one pound can. Five pound can,
60c. Ask your grocer.
Ridenour-Pahcr Mercantile Co.
Oklahoma City. U. S. A.
C. B. l oud idalilunUn Umm S. O. Mil
Dinner In Germany.
Ex-Ambassador Gerard told a story
about Germany.
“An American correspondent,” he
said, “had his rationed dinner served
to him one spring evening in his room
at the hotel.
“The waiter set before the poor fel-
low a thin slice of bread, a teaspoon-
ful of dried pens and a piece of veal
the size of your little finger. Then,
ts It was getting dark, the waiter said:
“ ’Shall I mnke a light, sir?’
“ ‘No. thanks,’ said the correspond-
ent, bitterly, ‘that dinner Is light
enough.’ ”
The Ooinine That Daea Not Affrct Head
Beesnst? of its tonic and laxative effect. Laxative
Bromo Quinine can be taken by anyone without
jaoalng nervousness or ringing In the head. There
a only one “Bromo Quinine." H. W. G&OVJfl’IS
Ignat a re Is on box. BOo.
He Knew Her.
She—I’ve bad that parrot two years
and It has never said a word.
He—Why don’t you give it a chance?
Covetousness Is the one sin many a
man Is guilty of without knowing it.
The next Installment tells you
how Mr. Dunham got the sur-
prise of hi* crooked life. And
J. Montague Smith came to know
quickly the value of using all
his latent power.
Body Terribly Swollen
Nr. Madara’s Condition Was Criti-
cal Until Doan's Were Used.
Health Was Restored.
“For six months I couldn’t walk, 1
was so swollen as the result of kidney
trouble,” says Geo. T. Madara, 15 Mt.
Vernon Ave., Pitman Grove, Camden,
N. J.: “Backache drove me nearly wild
and big lumps formed
over each kidney. I
bloated until I weighed
407 pounds, and I was a
sight to behold. The
water in my system
pressed around my heart
and I sometimes felt as
if I was being strangled.
The kidney secretions
were scanty and con-
tained a thick sedi-
ment.
“No one can imagine how I Buffered.
I finally went to the hospital, but when
an operation was suggested I would
not consent and came home.
“I heard how Doan’s Kidney Pills
had helped others, so I discarded all
the other medicines and started tak-
ing them. The second day I began
to improve and as I continued, my
back stopped paining and the swelling
went down. The other kidney trou-
bles left, too, and I was soon as well
as ever.”
Sworn to before me,
Philip Schmitz, Notary Public.
Get Doan’s at Any Store, 60c a Bos
DOAN’S
FOSTER-M1LBURN CO, BUFFALO, N. Y.
Hr. Madara
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
STOP YOUR COUGHING
No need to let that cough persist. Stop tho
Irritation, and remove tickling and hoarse-
ness, by relieving the Inflamed throat with
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The County Democrat. (Tecumseh, Okla.), Vol. 24, No. 19, Ed. 1 Friday, January 25, 1918, newspaper, January 25, 1918; Tecumseh, Oklahoma. (https://gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc1077939/m1/2/?q=wichita+falls: accessed June 18, 2024), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, https://gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.