Cleveland County Enterprise. (Norman, Okla.), Vol. 22, No. 4, Ed. 1 Thursday, July 31, 1913 Page: 3 of 8
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NORMAN, OKLA., ENTERPRISE
JOHN BRICKENRBGE ELLIS
1 (copyright 1912
Fran arrives at Hamilton rjro^orv'a
home In Llttlebur*?, but ttmls him absent
condurtlnj? the choir at a camp meeting.
She n-j>alrs thither In search of him.*;
laughs during the service and Is asked to
leave. Abbott Ashton. superintendent of
■chools. escorts Fran from the tent. He
tells her Gregory Is a wealthy man,
deeply Interested In charity work, and a
pillar of the church Ashton becomes
greatly Interested In Fran and while tak-
ing leave of her. holds her hand and Is
aeen by Sapphlra Clinton, sister of Rob-
ert Clinton, chairman of the Rchool board.
Fran t -iis Gregory she wants a home
with him. (irare Nolr. Gregory's private
■ecretary, takes a violent dislike to v ran
and advises her to go away at once.
Fran hints at a twenty-year-old secret,
nnd Gregory In agitation asks Grace to
leave the room. Fran relates the story
of how Gregory married a young Ktrl at
Springfield while attending college and
then deserted her. Fran Is the child or
that marriage. Gregory had married his
present wife three years before the deatn
of Fran's mother. Fran takes a liking to
"Mrs. Gregory. Gregory explains that
Fran Is the daughter of a very dear friend
who is dead. Fran agrees to the story.
Mrs. Gregory insists on her making her
home with them and takes her to her
arms. It is decided that Fran must go to
school. Grace shows persistent interest
in Gregory's story of his dead friend and
hints that Fran may be an importer.
Fran declares that the secretary must go.
Grace begins nagging tactics in an effort
to drive Fran from the Gregory home, but
Mrs. Gregory remains stanch In ner
friendship. Fran is ordered before Super-
intendent Ashton to be punished for ■ n
subordination in school Chairman « un
ton Is present. The affair ends in Fran
leaving the school In company of the two
men to the amazement <>f the scandal-
mongers of the town. Abbott, while tak-
ing a walk alone at midnight, finds r ran
on a bridge telling her fortune by cards.
She tells Abbott that she is the famous
lion tamer. Fran Nonpareil. She tired or
circus life and sought a home
As he looked into her eyes, all ?fnse
of the abnormal disappeared. "I have
the Imagination, Fran," he exclaimed
impulsively, "if it is your life."
"In spite of the lions?" she asked,
"You needn't tell me a word," Ab-
bott said. "I know all that one need
know; it's written in your face, a story
of sweet innocence and brave pa-
"But I want you to know."
"Good!" he replied with a sudden
smile. "Tell the story, then; if you
were an Odyssey, you couldn't be too
"The first thing I remember is wak-
ing up to feel the car jerked, or
stopped, or started and Beeing lights
flash past the windows—lanterns of
the brakemen, or lamps of some town,
dancing along the track. The sleeping
car was home—the only homo I knew.
All night long there was the groaning
of the wheels, the letting off of steam,
the calls of the men. Bounder Broth-
ers had their private train, and moth-
er and I lived in our Pullman car Aft-
er h while I knew that, folks stared at
us because we were different from oth-
ers. We were show-people. Then the
thing was to look like you didn't know,
or didn't care, how much people
stared. After that, I found out that I
had no father; he'd deserted mother,
-vas always hoping to run across a clue
to my father—and never did."
She paused, but at the pressure of
Abbott's sympathetic hand, she went
on with renewed courage:
When I was big enough, I wore a
tiny black skirt, and a red coat with
shiny buttons, and I beat the drum
in the carnival band. You ought to
have seen me—so little. . . Ab-
bott, you can't imagine how little 1
was! We had about a dozen small
shows in our company, fortune-tellers,
minstrels, magic wonders, and all that
—and the band had to march from one
tent to the next, and stand out in front
and play, to get the crowd in a bunch,
so the free exhibition could work on
their nerves. And I'd beat away, in
my red coat . . and there were
always the strange faces, staring, star-
ing—but I was so little! Sometimes
they would smile at me, but mother
had taught me never to speak to any
one, but to wear a glazed look like
"How frightfully cold!" Abbott
shivered. Then he laughed, and so did
Fran. They had entered Llttleburg
He added wickedly: "And how dread-
fully near we are getting to your
Fran gurgled. "Wouldn't Grace Noir
just die if she could see us!"
That sobered Abbott; consid"rinir
his otticial position, it seemed high
time for reflection.
Fran resumed abruptly. "But I nev-
er really liked it because what I want-
ed was a home—to belong to some-
body. Then I got to hating the bold
stare of people's eyes, and their fool
ish gaping mouths, I hated being al-
ways on exhibition with every gesture
watched, as if I'd been one of the
trained dogs. I hated the public I
wanted to get away from the world—
clear away from everybody . .
like I am now . . . with you. Isn't
"Mammoth\'r Abbott declared, wa-
tering her words with liberal imagina-
"I must talk fast, or the Gregory
house will be looming up at us.
Mother taught me all she knew, though
she hated books, she made herself
think she was only in the show life
till she could make a little more—al-
ways just a little more—she -really
loved it, you see. But I loved the
books—study—anything that wasn't
the show. It was kind of friendly
when I began 'eeding Samson."
"Poor little Nonpareil!" murmured
Abbott swiftly sketched In the details;
"and your bosom is rising and falling,
and your lips are parted—like now—
showing perfect teeth—"
"Dressed in my tights and fluffy lace
and Jewels," Fran helped, "with bare
arms and stars all in *iy hair
But the end came to everything when
—when mother died. Her last words
were about my father—how she hoped
some day I'd meet him, and tell him
she had forgiven. Mother sent me to
her half-uncle. My! but that was
mighty unpleasant!" Fran shook her
head vigorously. "He began telling
me about how mother had done wrong
in marrying secretly, and he threw it
up to me and I just told him .
But he's dead, now. I had to go back
to the show—there wasn't any other
place. But a few months ago I was of
age, and I carne into Uncle Kphrann's
unfair since it suggested denial, but
his feeling for Fran seejned to call for
A_ .—vrszTf-* unfairness to Grace.
T** ,.j tejj VOUt- Grace responded,
proached by some unattached gentle-1 ith the distinctness of one In Lower.
mnn "At the time, 1 told myself that even
Fran would not do that. But. a long
time afterward, I heard another sound,
Grace motioned to Abbott to sit be-
side her, with a concentration of at-
tention that showed her purpose of
reaching a definite goal unsuspected
by the other.
"I'm so giad Fran has taken a place
in the choir," Abbott whispered to
Grace. "And look at Simon Jefferson
—who'd have thought it!"
Grace looked at Simon Jefferson;
she also looked at Fran, but her com
pressed lips and reproving eye ex-
pressed none of Abbott's gladness.
However, she responded with—"I am
so glad you are here, Professor Ash-
ton, for I'm In trouble, and 1 can't de-
cide which way it is my duty to turn.
Will you help me? 1 am going to
trust jou—It is a matter relating to Mr
Abbott was pleased that she should
think liim competent to advise her re-
specting her duty; at the same time
he regretted that her confidence re-
lated to Mr. Gregory
"Professor Ashton," she said softly.
"does my position as hired secretary
to Mr. Gregory curry with it the obit
gation to warn him of any misconduct ory listened, palt
"It was a card, Grace said, with
from the yard. I went to my window.
I looked out. The moon was bright,
but there was a very dark shadow
about the front gate. I heard voices.
One was that of Fran. The other was
the voice of " her tone vibrated in its
| intensity—"the voice of a man!"
j "It was not Fran's voico," Mrs.
j Gregory declared earnestly.
"What man was It?" Abbott in-
quired, rather resentfully.
j "1 do not know. I wish now, that I
; had called out," responded Grace, pay-
j Ing no heed to Mrs. Gregory. "That is
] where 1 made my mistake. The man
| got away. Fran came running into
| the house, and closed the door as soft-
ly as she could after she'd unlocked
| it from the outside! I concluded it
would be best to wait till morning, be-
! lore 1 said a word. So this morning,
before breakfast, 1 strolled in the yard,
trying to decide what I had better do.
I went to the gate, and there on tlio
grass—what do you suppose I found?"
Abbott was bewildered. Mrs. Greg-
in his household?" I
The solo was dyiiig away, and, sweet
and low, it fell from heaven like man-
na upon his soul, blending divinely
with the secretary's voice. Her ex-
pression "hired" sounded like a tragic
note—to think of one so beautiful, so
meek, so surrounded by mellow hymn-
notes, being hired!
"You hesitate to advise me, before
you know ail." she said, "and you are
right. In a moment the choir will be
singing louder, and we can all talk to-
gether. Mrs. Gregory should be con-
Grace, conscious of doing ail that
could in consulting Mrs. Gregory.
awful significance, "a gambling card!
As long as I have lived in the house,
nobody ever dared to bring a card
there. Mrs. Gregory will tell you the
same. But that Fran. . . . She
had been playing cards out there at
midnight—and with a man!"
"1 cannot think so," said Mrs. Greg-
"After making up my mind what to
do," continued Grace evenly, "I took
her aside 1 told her what I had seen
and heard. 1 gave her back her card.
Hut how can we be sure she will not
do it again? That is what troubles me.
Oughtn't 1 to tell Mr. Gregory, so a
"too," looked toward the choir loft, ; scandal can be avoided'.'
Abbott Had Suddenly
Raised a Window in a Raw Wind.
and smiled into Hamilton Gregory's
eyes. How his baton, inspired bv that
smile, cut magic runes in the air!
"Mrs. Gregory," Grace said in a low
voice, "I suppose Professor Ashion is
so surprised at seeing you in church—
it has been more than five mouths.
ATTORNEY GENERAL MCREY'
NOLOS ORDERS DISSOLUTION
OF ALLEGED TRUST
COAST IN GRIP OF THE OCTOPUS
First Attempt to Apply Federal Stat-
ute to Telephone Situation.—
Receiver May Be
Portland. Ore -Dissolution of the
alleged telephone monopoly on the
Pacific coast by the American Tele-
phone and Telegraph company—the
so-called Hell telephone trust—is
sought by Attorney General McRey-
nolds in a civil anti-trust suit filed
here. The government charges the
giant corporation and its subsidiaries
with absorbing independent telephone
companies to destroy competition and
create a monopoly in Oregon, Wash-
ington, Montana and Idaho in violation
of the Sherman law.
This is the first attempt ever made
to apply the federal antitrust statute
to the telephone situation.
Receiver, If Necessary.
The attorney general asks the court
to compel the Hell company to relin-
quish control of the Independent Tel-
ephone company of Seattle, the Home
Telephone company of Puget Sound,
the Northwestern I.ong Distance Tel-
ephone company, the Interstate Con-
solidated company and the Indepen-
dent Long Distance Telephone com-
pany. If necessary to accomplish the
dissolution, the court is asked to ap-
point a receiver for the companies.
The attorney general asks for the
restoration as far as practicable of
competitive conditions existing prior
to the consolidations and that the
Bell companies, their officers and
agents be enjoined from acquiring in-
terest in or control of the companies
Aside from the American Telephone
and Telegraph, with a capital of $393,-
209,925 par value and assets of $924,-
260,818, ' sixteen corporations and
twenty-five individuals, headed by
Theodore N. Vail, are named as de-
The companies by reducing rates
below a paying basis, by giving free
service and by threats, it is alleged,
have forced several independent com-
that I'm afraid he j cards with anybody, hadn't dropped
it what I'm saying." | the card I found, and wouldn't even ad-
Mrs. Gregory could not help feeling mit that she'd been wilh a man. if I
Abbott looked blankly at Fran, who panies, forming links In the long-dis-
tance system of the Northwestern
company to violate their contracts for
connections with the Northwestern
company and to give their business
exclusively to the Bell concerns. In
encouraging independents to violate
their contracts w ith the Northwestern,
was singing with all her might. She
caught his look, and closed her eyes.
Abbot asked weakly; "What did she
Grace answered: "She denied It, ot
course -said she hadn't been playing
in the way, because her husband
i seemed to share Grace's feeling. In-
stinctively she turned to her mother
i and laid her hand on the invalid's
ing unloaded, I'd be stretched out in
uncle'had turned her out of i our sleeper, with a school book pressed
doors for marrying against his wishes,
and she'd have starved if it hadn't
been for the show-people."
"Dear Fran!" whispered Abbott ten-
"Mother had gone to Chicago, hoping
for a position in some respectable of-
fice, but they didn't want a typewriter
who wasn't a stenographer. If was
•■Poor Little Nonpareil!" Murmui
winter—and mother had me—I was so
little and bad! . • In a cheap
lodging house, mother got to know La
Gouizetti, and she persuaded mother
to wait with her for the season to open
up, then go wilh Bounder Brothers;
they wpre wintering in Chicago. It
was such a kind of life as mother had
never dreamed of, but it was more
convenient than starving, and she
thought it would give her a chance to
find father—that traveling, all over the
country. Da Gonizetti was a lion-
tamer, and that's what mother learned,
and those two were the ones who
could go inside Samson's cage. The
life was awfully hard, but she got to
like It, and everybody was kind to us,
and money came pouring in, and she
close to the cinder-specked window,
cutching the first light. When the
mauls were pounding away at the tent-
pins, maybe I'd hunt a seat on some
cage, if it had been drawn up under a
tree, or maybe it'd be the ticket wag-
on, or even the stake pile—there you'd
see me studying away for dear life,
dressed in a plain little dress, trying
to look like ordinary folks. Such a
queer little chap, I was—and always
trying to pretend that I wasn't!
You'd have laughed to see me."
"Laughed at you!" cried Abbott in-
dignantly. "Indeed I shouldn't."
"No?" exclaimed Fran, patting his
"Dear little wonder!" he returned
"I must tell you about one time," she
continued gaily. "We were in New-
Orleans at the Mardi Gras, and I was
expected to come into the ring riding
Samson—not the vicious old lion, but
cub—that was long after my days of
the drum and the red coat, bless you!
I was a lion-tamer, now, nearly thir-
teen years old, ft you'll believe me.
Well! And what was I saying—you
keep looking so friendly, you make me
forget myself. Goodness, Abbott, it's
so much fun talking to you . . .
I've never mentioned all this to one
soul in this town . . . Well—oh,
yes; I was to have come into the ring,
riding Samson. Everybody was wait-
ing for me. The band nearly blew it-
self black in the face. And what do
you think was the matter?"
"Did Samson balk?"
"No. It wasn't that. I was lying on
the cage floor, with my head on Sam-
son-Samson the Second made such a
gorgeous and animated pillow!—and I
was learning geology. I'd just found
out that the world wasn't made in sev-
en United States days, and It was
such surprising news that I'd forgot-
ten all about cages and lions and tents
—if you could have seen me lying
there—if you just could!"
"But 1 can!" Abbott declared.
"Your long black hair is mingled with
his tawny mane, and your cheeks are
"And my feet are crossed," cried
"And your feet are crossed; and
those little hands hold up the book,"
| "I have something to tell you both."
j Grace said solemnly. "Last night, I
couldn't sleep, and that made me sen-
sitive to noises. I thought I heard
short road, though
"Sometime, jou shall finish that
story, Fran. 1 know of a road much
longer than tile one we've taken—we
might try it some day, if you say so."
"1 do say so. What road is It?"
Abbott had spoken of a long road
without definite purpose, yet there was
a glimmering perception of the reality,
as he showed by saying tremulously:
"This is the beginning of it—"
He bent down, as if to take her in
But Fran drew back, perhaps with a j scured liis glass of the future.
blush that the darkness concealed, eer | Mrs. Gregory said quickly, "Fran
tainly with a little laugh. "I'm afraid j leave the house at half-past eleven?
I'd get lost on that road." she mur j Impossible."
mured, "for 1 don't believe you know "How do you know," Abbott asked,
the way very well, yourself." I "that Fran left the house at such a
She sped lightly to the house, un- j time of the night ?" The question was
locked tht; door, and vanished.
tell Mr. Gregory about her playing
cards with a man at that hour, I don't
believe he will tHink he ought to keep
her longer, even if she does claim to
be his friend's daughter."
"But you tell us," Mrs. Gregory in-
terposed swiftly, "that she said she
hadn't been playing cards."
"She said!" Grace echoed unpleas-
antly. "she said!"
"That card you found," began Ab-
bott guiltily, "was it the king of
hearts?" Possibly he had dropped it
property, because I was the only liv-
ing relation he had, so he couldn't help hasn't it?
my gdtting it. I'll bet he's mad. now, isn't thinking about what I'm saying." the card I found, and wouldn't even ad- j it is charged that Bell companies In
that he didn't make a will! When he
said that mother—it don't matter what
he said—1 just walked out of his door,
that time, with my head up high like
this . . Oh, goodness, we're here."
They stood before Hamilton Greg- j arm.
ory's silent house. I "They air't bothering me, Lucy,"
"Good night," Fran said hastily. "It's i said the old lady, alertly. "I can't
a mistake to begin a long story on a j hear their noise, and when I shut my
And often when the show was be- . f|,ort road My! But wasn't that a i eyes I can't see their motions
ome one slipping from the house just j from his pocket when leaning over the
some instances agreed to pay attor-
neys' fees and other expenses incurred
through possible litigation. Asquisi-
tion by Bell interests of the Inde-
pendent Telephone company of Se-
attle, a link in the Northwestern sys-
tem, it is added, destroyed competition
in that city.
The bill recites the sale to the Bell
interests for $550,000 for the Home
Telephone company of Puget Sound,
although the company was appraised
The concern, it Is alleged, was ac-
as the clock struck half-past eleven. It
seemed Incredible, for 1 knew if it
were anyone, it was tiiat Fran, and I
didn't think even she would do that."
It was as if Abbott had suddtnly
raised a window In a raw wind. His
temperature descended. The other's
manner of saying "That Fran!" ob-
But why bad he le
d over Wired at a foreclosure sale through a
1 contract with William Mead, control-
know one card from another."
"Let me try to describe it." .
"I hope you cannot describe the card represent holders of $1,311,800, ls_a
I found," said Grace, the presentiment I
coldlv answered, "1 do not j nS the majority of the stock of tho
Home. Mead, who organized tho
I Home with himself at the head to
that she was on the eve of discoveries
giving her eyes a starlike directness.
"I suspect l dropped that card over
the fence," he confessed, "for I had
the king of hearts, and last night,
about that time I was standing at the
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Grace Captures the Outposts.
The next evening there was choir
practice at the Walnut Street church.
Abbott Ashton, hesitating to make hit _ - r,, if ALGERIA
nightly plunge into the dust-clouds 0f! rtl KINtU rALLo I.M MLUtnirt
learning, paused in the vestibule to
take a peep at Grace. He knew she
never missed a choir practice, for
though sho could neither sing nor play
the organ, she thought it her duty to
set an example of regular attendance
that might be the means of bringing
those who could do one or the other.
Abbott was not disappointed; but he
was surprised to see Mrs. Jefferson in
her wheel-chair at the end of the pew
occupied by the secretary, while be-
tween them sat Mrs. Gregory. His sur-
prise became astonishment on discov-
ering Fran and Simon Jefferson in the
choir loft, slyly whispering and nib-
bling candy, with the air of soldiers off
duty—for the choir was in the throes
of a solo.
Abbott, as if hypnotized by what he
had seen, slowly entered the auditori-
um. Fran's keen eyes discovered him,
and her face showed elfish mischief.
Grace, following Fran's eyes, found
the cause of the odd smile, and beck-
oned to Abbott. Hamilton Gregory,
following Grace's glance—for ho saw
no one but her at the practices, since
she Inspired him with deepest fervor—
felt suddenly as if he had lost some-
thing; he had often experienced the
same sensation ou seeing Grace up
' r'?, ' - ' .. ... -"S- 4®
Remarkable Mineral Formation Which
Puzzles Scientists Called "The
Bath of the Damned."
With all the beauty of a cataract of
living water, there is in Algeria a re-
markable petrified waterfall which re
cently has been engaging the attention
This is the Hammam-Meskhutin,
whioh means "The Bath of the
Damned," and is located 62 miles from
Constantino, on the site of the ancient
town of Cirta. This solidified cascade
is the production of calcareous de
posits from sulphurous and ferrugin
ous mineral springs, issuing from the
depths of the earth at a temperature
of 95 degrees Centigrade.
"The Bath of the Damned," even from
a near viewpoint, looks for all the
world like a great w all of water dash-
ing Into a swirling pool at its foot, yet
its gleaming, graceful curves and the
apparently swirling eddies at its base
are as fixed and immovable as if
carved from the face of a granite
Many centuries have, of course, gone
to the making of the deposits, and the
springs were well kntH n to Uia an-
cient Romans. The name Harnmam
Meskhutin was given to the stone
cataract in an allusion to a legend
that the waterfall was petrified by
Allah, punishing the impiety of unbe-
lievers by turning all the members of
a tribe into stone At night, so the
story runs. Its stone dwellers of the
remote past are freed from their
strange fetters, come to life and re-
sume their normal shapes.
Queer Uses for the Crocus.
The crocus is nowadays held to
justify Its existence by Its beauty,
but in bygone centuries it was culti-
vated with ail eye to profit—its saffron
being in high demand both as an
aromatic and as a flavoring for cakes
and pies. A distinction of crocus
blossoms, also, was held to be good
for strengthening the lungs and heart,
and as a preventive of plague. Evi-
dence of the flower's commercial
value survives in tlia name of the
chief center of its cultivation. Saf-
fron Walden, but saffron nowadays is
appreciated only by the sparrows,
who wreck the crocuses to obtain It.
Ammonia water that has been used
for washing may bo used for plants.
It Is an excellent fertiliser.
leged to have contracted with the Bell
interests not to bid at the sale on
behalf of the bondholders and suffered
the property to go to the combination,_
receiving for his services, it Is de-
clared, $33,000 and other advantages.
WILSON WATCHING MEXICO
President In Doubt and Awaits Report
Washington.- Developments In the
Mexican situation last week were con-
fined to informal discussion of sug-
gested plans for a definite policy on
the part of the American administra-
tion toward its neighbor republic.
Every kind of plan has been sug-
gested to administration officials from
a mediation board of Americans to
adjust the dispute and supervise the
holding of an election to a tripartite
commission composed of representa-
tives from the United States and two
South American republics, who would
attempt to bring about peace between
the warring Mexican factions.
There will be no expression of pol-
icy, however, until after the confer-
ence between the president and Am-
bassador Wilson, who was called homa
from Mexico City.
MURDER ENDS FAMILY ROW
Son Kills Father After a General
Fight, at Chickasha.
Chickasha.—J. A. Thomas is dead
and his son. Billy Thomas, aged 21, is
in the Grady count; jail charged with
the murder, as a result of a family
quarrel that culminated In a shooting
affair at the Thomas home, six miles
southwest of Alex. In addition, Clar-
ence McLeinore and W. L. Walker,
hi,-, d hands on the Thomas farm, were
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