Cleveland County Enterprise. (Norman, Okla.), Vol. 25, No. 4, Ed. 1 Thursday, July 27, 1916 Page: 2 of 8
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THE NORMAN ENTERPRISE
GEORGE AGNEW CHAMBERLAIN
Copyright by The Century Company
cA Story of
of All Days
If the cfr! wlTt he'p me ! reckon that
in a small way we'll soon be grow in' a
pu'ple city that will feed from yo'
Band. Ef ever you feel the need of
awar. followed Into the alienee hy noft
laughter. From Tlie Firs came the
last angry wall of the fat yanng Roil,
choked of in mldflight by tfc<s soft
A hard light cauie Into Alii' eyes.
Oerry felt himself suddenly alone, lie
went doggedly on. He told of the
chase and the capture, of how he and
the girl had seen the canoe drift out
Into the clutch of the eddy and swirl
out into the river and away. He told
her of how they laughed and Alix
shrank. Gerry paused, his brow puck-
ered. He wished he could tell in words
the battle of his spirit, the utter ruin
of his downfall. He could not and in-
stead he sighed.
There was something In that sigh so
eloquent of defeated expression that It
succeeded where words might have
failed. It called to Alix with the
strong call of helpless tilings. It drew
back her mind to Oerry. With h 1 in
and the girl she threaded the path to
Fazenda Flores. Its ruin sprang upon
her through his eyes. With him she
discovered the traces of au undent
ditch, with him and the old darky she
dug along that line through long, hot
months. She grew to know I.ieber as
the tale went on and finally to love
hlin because of all things I.ieber
seemed to need love — somebody
else's love—most. She amused herself
with Kemp and Ids drawl. She tried
to keep her thoughts away from Mar-
garita and at the coining of Marga-
rita's boy, she winced.
As he finished telling of the coming
of the Man. Gerry stopped short. The
thought came to him with tremendous
force that Alix too had gone through
that for him. The Impulse to get up
and throw himself before her and on
his knees to thank her almost tore him
from his seat hut he fought it down.
He hurried on with his story. He told
of the coining of Alan and of the reve-
lation he had brought. And then in a
choked voice and only because he had
set himself to tell the whole truth he
pictured the flood, the death of True
Blue, and the overwhelming by the
waters before Ids very eyes of Mar-
garita and the Mau. Then he arose
and with hands braced on the table
leaned townrds All*. "I have told you
this so that perhaps you may under-
stand what I am going to tell you now.
If the flood had not come—if Margarita
and the Man bad lived—I would not
have come back."
Alix sat very still and studied
Gerry's face. He had finished the task
he had set himself to do and he was
suddenly very tired. Ills eyes dropped
as though from their own weight and
then he raised them again to her in-
"Well?" he asked after a long pause.
"Well?" replied Alix.
Gerry's stalwart figure drooped. "It
Is quite Just," he said, "after all that,
that you should not want me. I have
spent tile Inst weeks making myself
ready for that. You waited for me;
I didn't wait for you. If you do not
want me, I will go away."
Alix rose slowly to her feet. She
lookeil very slim and tall in her ding-
stooped down, picked her up tenderly
and laid her on the great leathern
couch. He knelt beside her. On one
arm he pillowed her head, with the
other band he sought hers. "Please,
Alki," he begged, "please don't cry."
"I'm not crying," gobbed Alix, "I'm
Gerry smiled and waited. Soon Alix
became quiet. Her eyes closed. She
drew a long, quivering breath and
then she opened her eyes again and
her lips broke into the old dear smile,
the smile of an opening flower. "I am
tired—tired," she said, "but I believe
I'm almost hungrier than I am tired."
"I'm glad you said It first," replied
Gerry, giving serious thought to the
fact that he was faint with hunger
himself. "Kver since some funny
Johnny wrote, 'Feed the brute,' we
men have been shy about echoing our
stomachs. It's four o'clock. Hours
after lunch time."
"Keally?" said Alix, nestling down
closer to his arm and letting her smil-
ing eyes wander over him. "How well
this suit fits you. There's something
about it— It isn't, is It?"
Gerry nodded. "Same old suit. By
the way, when I came in John said you
told him to telephone to the club and
say yon wished to see me. What made
you think I would go to the club first?"
Alix looked puzzled. "I didn't. I
didn't tell John to telephone." She
paused, still puzzling, then her face
cleared. "Why—poor old John—he's
getting very old. you know, Gerry.
That was three years ago I told him to
telephone—the day you never came
back. It must have been the suit. He
saw you standing there in the same
suit and three years became as one
day to the old fellow."
Gerry sighed. "Alix, do you want
those three years to become as a day
Alix shook her head slowly from
! side to side. "No, dear, I don't. They
! have given me—given us both—far
more than they took away." She put
her bare arms around his neck, drew
him down and kissed him. "You do
not know yet all that they have given
you. You think you have come back
and found me, a frittering butterfly in
a great empty house. But you've found
only my abandoned cocoon. I'm not
here at all. I've packed myself into
the dearest little bundle of pink fat,
yellow curls and chubby legs, and left
the bundle on Bed Hill."
Gerry nodded but he was grave and
silent. Not inn day nor a month could
he altogether forget the Man.
' Please, Alix," He Begged,
lag gown. To Oerry she looked very
cold. "Before you go," she said,
"there is Just one thing. I wish you
would kiss me—once."
Gerry's body straightened and stif-
fened. He stared at her grave face
with wondering eyes Then he felt a
strange tingling ripple through his
blood and before he knew what he did
he had swept her from her feet,
crushed her to him, brushed the crown
of hair back from her brow and kissed
her eyes, her mouth, tier throat. He
was rough with her. Hi' was brulslig
her body, her Hps, but Alix clung to
him and laughed. Then suddenly all
her slim body relaxed and slipped
through his arms to a little white hejp
on the floor. She began to sob. Gerry
Gerry had always been quiet but
during the long drive from the station
to The Firs, his silence amounted to a
penetrating stillness. Alix felt it but
it did not depress her; she kuew her-
self to be in the presence of a com-
munion. Oerry wag devoting the hour
of his return to the scenes of his boy-
hood to n sllej t consecration. These
cool valleys and hollows; the Low
road, with its purling accompaniment
of hidden waters; the embowered still
nave of Long lane, were as the ances-
tral halls of the Lansings. It was right
that he should do homage to the mem-
ories they evoked.
To his mother Gerry made no expla-
nations. He knew that to her it was
enough that her boy had come back.
When Mrs. Lansing released him, Alix
caught his hand and led him up to the
nursery. Together they looked down
upon their, sleeping child.
Gerry, Jr., was fat to the verge of
a split. His curly tow head was
tousled and on his brow a slight per-
spiration testified io the labor of sound
sleep. His arm* were outstretched.
His legs had kinks at the knees, they
were so chubby. His petulant little
mouth was half open, disclosing tiny
"Isn't he a beauty?" asked Alix a lit-
tle loudly, wishing he would awaken.
Gerry nodded. With his eyes still
on the child he put his arm around
Alix and drew her to him. What Mar-
garita had done for him, Alix had done.
As he felt her frail body quivering in
his embrace, as he looked back and
measured the sacrifice by what the
awful night of the coming of the Man
had taught him, he wag overwhelmed
by a new humility. He turned Allx's
face up to his. His lips moved In an
effort to thank her but words failed
him. Alix understood. She lifted her
arms around his neck and drew his
head down. He held her body very
close as ho kissed her, softly, ador-
ingly. Alix hid her face against his
shoulder for a moment and then threw
back her head and shook the tears
from her eyelashes. She smiled through
wet eyes. "I am afraid lie's not quite
perfect—inside. Such a temper, Oerry.
I'm afraid he'll grow up Into a man
about town and awfully wild." She
turned grave eyes on Gerry, Jr., and
her brows puckered. "What do you
Oerry smiled. "From the looks of
him I predict he ge's his letter Ic
freshman year—center on the football
"Yes, perhaps," said Alix thought-
fully. "Everybody calls him Fatty al-
It was from Alan that Oerry learned
that Kemp was still In town closing up
his connection with the orchid firm.
Gerry wired him, begging him to come
to The Firs for a few day* before he
went West. Alix had told of Kemp's
word of comfort.
After the first excitement of getting
home was over Oerry found himself
restless with the same restlessness that
had attacked him during the days at
Piranhas. He tried for a solution in
the same way. Day after day. long
before the rest of the Hill was awake,
he was off for a ten-mile walk.
At first it was with head dropped
and eyes on the ground that he plowed
Ills way through a dew-soaked world,
hut there came a time when he walked
with head thrown back, full lungs and
Then Kemp arrived. Gerry tried to
get him to Join him in his walks but
Kemp shook Ills head sadly.
"Ef yo' can't let me have a lioss, Mr.
Lansing," he said, "I'll ride the cow."
Gerry laughed. They saddled the
horses themselves and started out. On
the top of old Bald Head Oerrv dis-
mounted and sat down on a rock.
'•Kemp followed suit.
"Kemp," said Oerry, "I want to
thank you for the things you said to
Kemp flushed'and waved a deprecat-
"You saw things straight." went on
Gerry, "and I want to thank you, too,
for letting me hog-tie myself."
"I ain't curious about that, Mr. Lan-
sing," said Kemp, "so much's about
what you're goin' to do when yo' untie
"Well," said Oerry, "I've thought
that out too. For a while It used to
break my heart to think about Fa-
zeuda Flores but it came to me the
other day that what there is of me that
amounts to anything is Just Fazenda
"When a man learns to eat work
just like he does food because he's
hungry for it, there's bound to be a
place for him anywhere. It has struck
me there are a lot of fields around
here, some of them mine, that are
about ready for resurrection, and res-
urrection is my job.
"I don't know exactly how I'm go-
ing to start but it may be planting po
tatoes. You can begin a resurrectlou
with any one of a number of simple
things. It doesn't matter much which
one you pick on as long as you start
right down at the bottom and spread
yourself In the subsoil of things.
Everything that grows starts down
deep except your orchids and they are
j "Easy 011 orchids," interjected Kemp.
"Sorry, Kemp. Orchids are ornamen-
tal but excepting your favorites they're
not even beautiful. Look at a Cypri-
I "Hybrid," grunted Kemp,
j "A man in his D. T.'s couldn't beat
| it for gorgeous horror," finished Oerry.
j "But that's neither here nor there.
What I'm driving at Is this. If I had
never been tossed over the home fence
f would have lived and died an orna-
mental citizen with the girth of a beer
barrel. But now my eyes are a bit
open and I can see that the simple
things of life are the big things.
Growth from the roots is the strength
of a man and of his people. I've
come librne In more senses than one.
I'm going to send down my roots right
Kemp had been whittling. When
Gerry had finished he pocketed his
knife and gazed thoughtfully down
the valley "It seems to me. Mr. Liai-
sing, that you 'nd me have been trav-
elin' d Iff rent trails but come together
nt the same gap. You remember 'The
Gerry nodded. >
j "Wal, seems to me tliet ceptin' in a
j man's own mind the' ain't uo pu'ple
j cities. What a man's got to find ain't
, pu'ple cities but the power to see one
J when lie's got it. You had yourn right
| here in this valley an' yon side on Bed
' Hill. Y'ou giowed up in it but you
• never seen it—not till you learned
how. What you been sayin' about the
simple tilings of life—the things thet
| is at the bottom—has lie'ped my secin'
I parts a powerful lot. 1 knowed before
I come to Ited Illll that I was goin'
out West to stay but 1 didn't rightly
know why. Now ef you ask me what
I know I can tell you 1 know con-
"Out In Noo Mexico they's a ranch
In the fork of Big and Little creek
that's the greenest patch in the shadow
of White mountain. It's mine and it's
got a three-room shack on it that could
grow if need was. 1 know a girl that's
been holdln' a four-flush against an
j orchid's weak pair till she's jest about
sick of the game, but she's drawed ami
j tilled on the last band though she hain't
| had a chanst to look at her cards yet.
j "For some while the's been a pu'ple
j light baugh!' over Big and Little creek
j au' I reckon I'll be able to see It plalu-
I er an' plainer the ulghar 1 get to It an'
some bran' new air, Mr. Lansing, you | hand of sleep. Then the scurrying i f
come out to Big and Little. There many feet along the dusty road, silence,
won't be much besides air but it'll be and last of all, the trailing whistle of
fresh made on White mountain an' you : a boy signaling good-night—sound say-
can smell It comin' down through the j lug good-by to a happy day.
pines an see It playin' with the leaves' Hours passed before the moon
on the cottonwoods an' plowin' through ' popped into the sky, hurrying Just at
the tops of the sorghum." j first as though she knew she were
They sat for some time in silence j forty minutes late again. One by one
then Oerry said, "I've been calling you
'Kemp' since I first saw you but you
still hang on to the 'mister' when you
talk to uie. Cut it out, Kemp."
Kemp flushed slightly. "Some things
lights went out. Other lights gleamed
from upper windows; then they, in
turn, went out. Ited Hill had gone to
From Maple house Alan slipped out
Is fittiu* an' some ain't," he said, "an' J to smoke a last cigar. He hesitated a
we can't always rightly say why. Some I moment and then strode through the
folks Is governed by conscience but ! long grass laden with seed and Just
most by pride. Its goin' to be 'Kemp'
and 'Mister Lansing' to the end of the
chapter, Mr. Lansing, an' no friendship
lost either. Shake."
They shook hands solemnly, mount-
ed and started back to Bed Hill. Oerry
had found the key to Kemp's strength.
It was the key of strength. Kemp be-
longed oil the Hill, ami with the people
of true blood anywhere, not only be-
cause he was himself always but be-
cause he defended what he could bold
and no more. He was a definition for
It was late afternoon of a day in the
gorgeous month. A shower had fallen
on Bed Hill and after it had come the
sun. Wisps of mare's-tall cloud hur-
ried across the clean-washed heavens
decking itself with dewy Jewels for the
night. He crossed to the old church.
The door was open. He entered and
climbed the crumbling stairs to the
belfry. He jumped Into oue of the
arches and sat down, his legs dangling.
His eyes wandered slowly over the
familiar scene. From behind their
tr ?s Maple house, The Firs and Elm
house blinked up at him dreamily. Be-
fore them ran the ribbon of road,
white under moonlight, dipping at each
end Into the wide world. Up and down
the road before The Firs, pacvd two
figures—Gerry and Alix. Gerry's arm
was around her. Long black shad-
ows, all pointing to the west, like
fallen silhouettes cut the moonlight.
Above them, the autumn-painted trees
j gave out a golden echo of light,
i Alan drew a groat, quivering breath.
"My boy, you have been far, far
away." J. Y. had said and he had an-
swered. "yes. but I have come back."
! But It was only now, tonight, that he
j had really come back.
Alan's wandering eyes settled on
'■ Maple house. "Even as a hen gather-
! etb her chickens under her wings," he
And then the peace of home descend-
ed upon him. On.his scarred spirit he
felt'the touch of the healing hands o(
home. Its sweetness and Its power, its
love everlasting demanding love for-
ever, knocked at bis waking heart and
found the door open. Far, far had he
wandered in the world of mind and
the world of men, but in the end he
had come back like a Wayne to the
eternal mother of the Waynes. To-
night he knew that his drifting sou/
had dropped anchor at last.
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I have also had my oldest girl take it
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DAISY FLY KILLER "rim.' 3
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The Sun Took a Long, Last Look at
as though they were ashamed to be
caught in their ragged clothes under a
blue sky. Dowuy-toppeil masses of
cumulus poked drowsy beads over '.lie
horizon and watched them run. Out
of the dome of heaven filtered a siugle
trill of song.
The Hill was very still but presently
from far away on the West Lake
road came the whinny of a horse; a
little later, a little nearer, a peal of
laughter; then the sound of wheels aud
chattering voices. A wagonette, two
spring wagons and a pony cart burst
from Long lane and wheeled right and
left. They were full of grown-ups
turned young for a day and youths
that thought they would be young for-
The wagonette, swinging down the
road toward Maple house, suddenly
swerved and plowed through the tail
grass. Alan and Clem on tlie end seats
were almost thrown out. Alan looked
back at tlie road and stared. A fat
donkey bad claimed the right of way
i and held it. Several lengths of legs
j stuck out from her bulging sides. He- j
! hind her hurried a panting nurse.
I Alan turned to Clem. "Do donkeys
j "Ob; 1 hope not," said Clem grave-
ly. "You change them. We changed
ours while you were away."
"So she has been changed," said
Alan. "Well, that's something."
! "Silly," said Clem, "you've been see-
ing that donkey every day for weeks."
"No," said Alan, "this Is the first
time I've really seen her."
The sun took a last long look at lied
Hill and dropped out of sight. Then,
as- though be would come back and
look again, he sent up a broad after-
j glow that climbed and climbed till the
tip of the very clouds that peeped over
East mountain were tinged with the
I From an open upstairs window came
Clem's soft voice. "Yes. dears, pink
night caps. Those big sleepy clouds are
putting them on because they are just
glad to go to bed."
"I wanta pink night-cap."
i "Why. darling, night-caps are only
for white headkT people and whlte-
\ beaded clouds, .lust wait until you're
white-headed. Now climb Into bed and
Beyond the mountain-ash thicket a
I love-sick Hob White kept saying
I "Good-night," to his mate. She an-
i awered sleepily.
j From Maple house. The Firs, aud far
j down the road, from Elm house warm
i lights flashed out and settled down
luto a steady glow. A burst of young 1
voices swept luto tlie night and iWed (
KILLED SEEKING TO ESCAPE
How General Morgan, Famous Confed-
erate Raider, Ended His Long
Series of Forays.
In December, 1863, Longstreet, who
had been conducting an active cam-
paign in Tennessee, returned into Vir-
ginia, leaving the noted guerrilla, Col.
John H. Morgan, to carry on the strug-
gle in East Tennessee. December 29
there was a fight between General
Sturgis aud Morgan—the latter having
an army of about 6,000—near New
Market, in which Morgan was defeat-
ed. In another fight January 16, 1864,
Morgan made the attack and Sturgis
was driven back to Strawberry Plains.
Morgan lingered in East Tennessee
until May, and late in the month, with
a small band of men, he went over the
mountains and raided through eastern
Kentucky, plundering the wealthy dis-
trict as ho went through. He cap-
tured several small towns, dashed into
Lexington, burning the railway sta-
tion and other property there, and hur-
ried on to Frankfort. But General
Burbridge was in pursuit, and came
up with Morgan s men near Cynthiana,
and in the fight which followed, Mor-
gan lost 200 in killed and wounded, 400
prisoners, and 1,000 horses captured.
Morgan now retreated into East Ten-
nessee. In September he had his force
at Greenville, and Morgan himself
and his staff were at the house of a
Mrs. Williams. General Glllem, with
troops, surrounded the house, and
Morgan was killed while trying to es-
cape. His body was sent through the
lines by a flag of truce, and was bur-
ied with imposing ceremonies at Ab-
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"Could" Play the Game, but
Only If He "Would."
Although he will not get many op-
portunities of playing in cricket
matches this year, George Robey will
help to keep himself lit by practicing
at the nets at Lord's.
The famous comedian has a great
love for the summer game, and he tells
an amusing story of one of those ofl
days, when everything goes wrong,
which once befell him. He was watch-
ing a game when one of the captains
came up to him, explained that he was
"a man short," and asked him if h«
"Certainly," agreed Robey.
He went out to field, and chiefly dis-
tinguished himself by missing two
catches, fumbling the ball, and so on.
Not content with that, be made a duck
when he went in to bat.
The captain who had got him to play
took things badly.
"Why. you can't play at all I" he said
"Sir," replied George Robey mujes-
llcully, "when you asked me to play
you asked me if I would, not if 1
could. And so that's that."—Pearson's
"Dick, what were the trenchers they
talk about that they had in Shakes-
"Why, the people who went Into the
trenches, of course, you boob."
Knew Extremes of Fortune.
Few careers have covered wider ex-
tremes of fortune than did that of
John of Cappadocla. He was a Roman
officer of very high rank under Em-
peror Justinian, in the sixth cen-
tury. Ho was a very able man, and
under his direction the finances of the
government flourished wonderfully.
Incidentally he amassed a great for-
tune for himself, llut he was very
corrupt, and the revenues were raised
"on the deaths of thousands, the pov-
erty of millions, the ruins of cities, and
the desolation of provinces." He lived
most extravagantly, and indulged in
all sorts of wicked practices. But his
life of ost entatious profligacy was sud-
denly changed into one of abject pov-
erty Though guilty of many crimes,
he was accused of one of which he
seems to have been innocent, and was
condemned to be scourged like the
lowest of criminals. Nothing of his
vast fortune was left him but one old
ragged cloak, and' it is said that for
seven years he begged bread in the
streets of cities that once had trem-
bled at his name.
One morning little Mary hung about
the kitchen continually, bothering the
busy cook to death. Tho cook lost pa-
"Clear out o' hero, ye sassy little
brat!" she shouted, thumping the ta-
ble with a rolling pin.
The little girl gave the ook a
"1 never allow anyone out my moth-
er tu speak to me like that," she said.
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