The Moore Messenger. (Moore, Okla.), Vol. 3, No. 35, Ed. 1 Thursday, December 29, 1910 Page: 2 of 8
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By GEORGE V. huBART
Bunch wan out of the toll* of the
law. He had loaned me hla country
house for a day, and I had presented
It to Clara J. Intending to take It
right back. I bad used ghoat atorlea
and burglars as levers with which to
pry her loose from ber ownership of
Trouble villa, but she wouldn't part
*!tb It Bunch, as the phoney bur-
glar, bad been gathered In by the vli-
luge constabulary, but had escaped;
and I was returning from the shadow
of tiie pen.
When I reached the cottage I found
all the members of my household
dressed for the day and lined up on
the piazza, eager for news from the
"Gee whiz!" exclaimed Uncle Peter,
"the boy Is bareheaded! Where's
your hat, JohnT"
"Mercy! I hope you're not
■calpcd!" Aunt Martha cried, sympa-
I explained that the desperado put
up a stiff fight against Dlggs the con-
stable and myself; warming up to tho
•ubject, I went Into the details of a
hand-to-hand struggle that made them
all shiver and blink their lanterns.
When finally I finished with the
statement that the robber knorked us
both down and had made a successful
break for liberty, Uncle Peter gave ex-
pression to a yell of dismay, and once
again bo and his bow and arrow held
Aunt Martha had Just about decided
to untie a fit of hysterics when Clara
J. reached for the kerosene bucket
and threw oil on the troubled waters.
"Let's drop all this nonsenso about
burglars and ghosts and go to break-
fast," she suggested. "I don't believe j
there ever was a ghost within sixty j
miles of this house, and to save my j
The old gentleman Is very rich, but
he loves to live around with bis lela
tlves, not because he's stingy, but slm
ply because be likes them and knows
they are good listeners.
Uncle Peter sat down on a rock
overhanging the clay bank which
sloped up about four feet above the
lazy brooklet He carefully arranged
his expensive rod, placed his fish baa
ket near by and entered Into a dlsser
tatlon on angling that would make old
Ike Walton get up and leave the aqua
In the meantime Tacks decided to
do some bait fishing, so witu an old
case knife be sat down behind Uncle
Peter and began to dig under the rock
"Fishing Is the sport of kings," the
old man chuckled; "an' It's a long eel
that won't turn when trodden upon. If
you're not going to fish, John, do sit
down! You're throwing a shadow
over the water and that scares the
finny monsters. A fish diet Is great
for the brain, John! You should eat
"There's mans a true word spoken
from the chest," I sighed, Just as
Uncle Peter made his first cast and
cleverly wound about eight feet of
line around a spruce tree on the op-
The old man began to boll with ex-
citement as he pulled and tugged In
an effort to untangle his line, and Just
about this time Tacks became the
author of another spectacular drama.
In the search for the elusive worm
that feverish youth known as Tacks,
the Human Catastrophe, had finally
succeeded In prying the rock loose,
and Immediately thereafter Uncle Pe-
ter dropped h;s rod with a yell of ter-
And Who Are tho Two Queens7" She Queried Bitterly.
aoul I couldn't be afraid of a burglar
whose specialty consisted of falling In
the cellar and swearing till help
After breakfast I was dragged away
to the brook to fish for lamb chops or
whatever kind of an animal It was
'that Uncle Peter and Tacks decided
would bite. Aunt Martha posted off
to the city on urgent business, the na-
ture of which she carefully concealed
> Clara J. said she'd be delighted to
have the house all to herself for an
hour or two, there were so many
rooms to look through and so many
plans to make.
Uncle Peter gave her his bow and
arrow with full Instructions how to
shoot If danger threatened, and Tacks
carefully rubbed the steps leading up
to the piazza with soap so the bur-
glar would fall and break his neck.
Then the little shrimp called my at-
tention to his handiwork and demon-
strated Its availability by slipping
thereon fclmEelf and going the whole
distance on his face. He didn't break
his neck, however, so to my mind his
burglar alarm failed to make good.
The fact that Bunch was sore wor-
ried me, and I began to realize that It
was now only a question of a few
hours when I'd have to crawl up to
Clara J. and hand In my resignation.
Every time I drew a picture of that
scene and heard myself telling her I
was nothing but a fawn-colored four-
flush I could see my future putting on
the mitts and getting ready to hand
And when I thought of the dish of
fairy tales I had cooked for that girl
I could feel something running around
In my head and trying to hide. I sup-
pose It was my conscience, getting
even with m*> for telling her I had
bought her a country house, to ex-
plain the missing numbers from my
pay envelope, which had In reality
been left with the bookmakers at tho
At the brook Uncle Peter began to
throw out hints that he was the orig-
inal lone fisherman. The lobster never
lived that could back awnv from him,
end as for fly rastlng, well, he was
Piscatorial Peter, tb- Fancy Fish
Clufif-ir from Fishkll'
ror and proceeded to follow the man
The rock reached the brook first,
but the old gentleman gave it a warm
hustle down the bank and finished a
close second. He was In the money,
Tacks also ran—but In an opposite
For some little time my spluttering
relative sat dumbfounded In about two
feet of dirty water, and when finally I
dipped him out of the drink he looked
like a busy wash day. Everything was
damp but his ardor.
However, with characteristic good
nature, he squeezed the water out of
his pocketB and declared that It was
Just the kind of exercise he needed.
He made me promise not to tell Aunt
Martha, because she was very much
opposed to his going In bathing on ac-
count of the undertow. Then I
sneaked him up to his room and left
him to change his clothes.
On the piazza I found Clara J., her
j face shrouded In the afterglow of a
She handed me a telegram minus
the envelope and asked me, with a
voice that was Intended to be cutting-
ly sarcastic, "Is there any answer?"
I opened the message and read:
Jlggersvllle, N. Y.
The two queens will be out this
afternoon they are good girls so treat
them white. BUNCH.
The unspeakable Idiot, to send me a
wire worded like that! No wonder
Clara J. was sitting on the ice-cream
freezer! Of course It only meant that
Bunch's sister and her daughter were
coming out to look at their property,
which Clara J. thought was hers, but—
suffering mackerel! what an eye Clara
J. was giving me!
"And who are the two queens?" she
My face grew redder and redder.
Every minute I expected to turn Into
a complete boiled lobster. I could see
somebody reaching for the mayon
nalse to sprinkle me.
"Well," she continued, "Is there no
answer? Of course they are good
girls, and you'll treat them white,
but—" Tben the heavens opened sl#
the floods detcended.
"Oh, John!" she sobbed; "how cou'4
you be so unkind, so cruel! Think c|
It. a scandal cn the very first day la
my new home, and I was so happy!"
I would confess everything. There
was no other way out of It. I was on
my knees by her Bide Just about to
blurt forth the awful truth when my
courage failed and suddenly I switched
my bet and gave the cards anothet
"It's all a mistake," I whispered;
"It's only Bunch Jefferson doing a
comedy scene. Don't you understand,
dear; when Bunch tries to get funny
all tLe undertakers have a busy sea-
son. I simply don't know who ho
means by the two queens, and as for
scandal, well, you know me, Pete!"
I threw out my chest and gave an
Imitation of St. Anthony.
"You must know who he means,"
she Insisted, brightening a bit, how
"Ah, I have it," I cried, brave-heart-
ed liar that I was; "he means my
Aunt Eliza and her daughter Julia!
You remember Aunt Eliza, and Julia?"
"I never heard you speak of them
before," she said, still unconvinced.
Good reason, too, for up to this aw-
ful moment I never had an Aunt E'lza
or a cousin Julia, but relatives must
be found to fit the emergency.
"Oh, you've forgotten, my dear," I
said, soothingly. "Aunt Eliza and
J-'lla are two of the best aunts I ever
had—er, I mean Aunt Eliza is tho
best cousin—well, let It go at that!
Bunch may have met them on tha
street, you see, and they Inquired for
my address. Yes, that's It. Dear old
"Is she very old?" Clara J. asked,
willing to be convinced if I could de-
liver the goods.
"Old," I echoed, then suddenly re-
membering Bunch's description; "oh,
no; she's a young widow, about
twenty-eight or forty-one, somewhere
along In there. You'll like her Im-
mensely, but I hope she doesn't coma
out until we get settled In a year of
Clara J. dried her eyes, but I could
see that Bho hadn't restored me to her
confidence as a member in good stand-
She pleaded a headache and went
away to her room, while I sat down
with Bunch's telegram in my hands
and tried to find even a cowpath
through the woods.
Uncle Peter came out, none ths
worse for his cold plunge.
"Ah, my boy, Isn't this delightful!"
he cried, drinking In the air. "There'l
nothing like the country, I tell you!
Look at that view! Isn't it grand?
John, to be frank with you, up until
I saw this place I didn't have much
faith In your ability as a business
man. but now I certainly admire your
wisdom In selecting a spot like this—■
what did It cost you?"
Cost me! So far It had cost me an
attack of nervous prostration, but 1
couldn't tell htm that. I hesitated foi
the simple reason that I hadn't ths
faintest Idea what the place had cost
Bunch. 1 had been too busy to ask
"It's all right, John," the old fellow
went on; "don't think me too inquisl-I
tlve. A rubberneck Is the root of all
evil. It's only because I've been
watching you rather closely since w«
came out here and you seem to ba
nervous about something. I had an
Idea maybe It took all your ready
money to buy the place, and possibly
you regret spending so much—but
don't you do it! The best day's wotk
you ever did was when you bought
"Yes, I believe you!" I sighed, wear
ily, as I turned to look down the road.
I stiffened in the chair, for I saw
my finish in tho outward form of two
women rapidly approaching the house,
'It's Bunch's sister and her daugh-
ter," I moaned to myself. "Well, I'll
be generous and let the blow fall first
on Uncle Peter!" Accordingly, I mada
a quick exit.
In the kitchen I found Clara J., hef
headache forgotten, busily preparing
to cook the dinner.
She's a foxy little bundle of peaches,
that girl is; and I was wise to the fact
that her suspicion factory was still
working overtime, turning out mate-
rial for the undersigned.
Her brain was busy running to tha
depot to meet the scandal Bunch's tel-
egram hinted at, but Bhe pretended
to catch step and walk along with me.
"John," she said, "I certainly do
hope your relatives won't come out
for some little time, because we really
aren't ready for visitors, now are we,
"Indeed we are not," I groaned.
"I can't help thinking it awfully
strange that you should be notified of
their coming by Mr. Jefierson, and to
such peculiar language," she said,
after a pause.
"Didn't I tell you Bunch Is a low
comedian?" I said, weakly. "Besides,
he knows them very well. Aunt Fanny
Is very fond of Bunch."
"Aunt Fanny," she repeated, drop-
ping a tin pan to the floor with a
crash; "I thought you said her name
"Sure thing!" I chortled, while my
heart fell ofT Its perch and dropped
In my shoes. "Her name la Eliza I
Fanny; some of us call her Au*t Eliza, j
some Aunt Fnnny—see?"
She hadn't time to see, for at that
moment Tacks ruBhed in exclaiming,
"Say, sister, they's two strange worn j
en on the piazza talking to Uncle Pe- |
ter, and maybe when they go one of
them will fall down the steps If I
put some more soap thero!"
I.Ike a whirlwind he was gone again.
Clara J. simply looked at me queerly j
and said, "The queens are here; treat !
them white, John!"
I felt as happy an a piece of chees* J
(Copyright, by O. W. Dillingham Co.| i
COLLEGE HAS RARE TREASURE
"V. ■ .
Miami University Has Table Used by
Dr. McGuffey In Compiling
Columbus, O.—McGuffey'a Third
Reader! You remember It and all
the other McGuffeys, don't you? You,
right this moment, are thinking about
the story of the bad boy who went
Into tha forest and, as a Joke, cried
"The wolf! The wolf!" And when
the neighbors came to rescue him he
laughed and said It was all a Joke.
You remember, too. that one day the
wolf did come and woe befell the
naughty little boy. And you remem-
ber "The Incbcape Rock" and the
story about the noble dogs that res-
cued the man lost In the snow, and—
oh, you remember that all right. A
table that occupies a conspicuous
place In the museum of Miami unt-
Fifty Dollars Reward
By HARRIET LUMMIS SMITH
(Copyright, 1910, by Associated Literary Press.)
*.«r ill...It 4! ■ .
Doctor McGiJffey's Table.
j There was a crowd at the money
1 order window of the postofflce. Delia
waiting with her application In her
hand, looked about her idly for some
i thing to occupy her attention till ber
turn should come She found it not
two feet away. In black, staring let-
| ters which formed the words, "Fifty
Delia did not look like a mercenary
young woman, but her eyes lingered
long on the headline, as a hungry
child might look outside a baker's
window viewing all sorts of gastro-
nomic temptations, with only a pane
of glass between. "Fifty dollars,"
Delia said to herself, and figurative-
ly she smacked her Hps.
At the best of times, fifty dollars
seemed like a great deal of money
to Delia. Just now her need had
magnified It far beyond Its usual pro-
portions. She was on the point of
sending a money order for $3.50 to
her brother Jack, stranded out In a
western state, sick, forlorn and un-
versity at Oxford, 0„ was used by able to help himself. The three dol-
Doctor McGuffey when he compiled
tho readers that made him famous. ,
Tradition In the old college town of j
Oxford is that Doctor McGuffey built J
this table himself. It Is octagonal In !
shape and has eight drawers. The
table revolves on a pivot. Doctor Mc-
j Guffey was for years a professor In
Miami university, and while serving
lars and a half represented number-
less little sacrifices on Delia's part.
She walked to and from her work tn
save carfare. She wore shoes whose
soles were replaced each morning by
new ones of pasteboard, deftly fitted
Into place by Delia's own fingers.
She had reduced her midday meal to
rolls and a glass of milk, and she
In that capacity gathered the mate- | grudged the dime she spent for that
rial that made up his series of school J modest fare. Fifty dollars would
readers. He read newspapers, maga-
zines, books and everything else that
might furnish clippings which would
fit his reader ideas.
He had six of the drawers In his
revolving desk marked and when he
found anything that he thought would
be serviceable for a reader he threw
bring Jack home. Delia turned her
eyes to the poster and read on!
"Fifty dollars reward will be paid
for information leading to the ap-
prehension of Leonard Bunting, last
seen near the village of Porter Falls,
Pa. He la five feet eleven In height,
weighs about a hundred and sixty
it Into the drawer marked for that ! and has noticeably heavy eyebrows,
particular reader. When he had ob- j The t(n 0f the little finger of the right
talned a lot of material he Invited
children of Oxford over to the col-
lege to hear him read "pieces." He
divided the children Into groups, ac-
cording to age, and when he read
something that Interested a child of
third reader age he would place that
piece back In the drawer No. 3. When
one of his readings Interested a child
of fourth reader age the piece would
go Into drawer No. 4. The Bame rule
applied to all his readers. Finally he
had the drawers filled with enough
matter to compile the aeries and then
was born the famous McGuffey read-
The old desk is one of the treas-
hand Is missing. When last seen he
wore a closely cropped brown mus-
tache. His manner is gentlemanly."
Accompanying this description was
a likeness of Mr. Leonard Bunting,
which Delia studied with a fascinated
curiosity. He was n rather good-
looking young man for an evildoer,
she decided, as far as it was possible
to Judge from his counterfeit pre-
sentment, which was somewhat
blurred and indistinct. But this
thought was Immediately lost sight
of In the pleasurable pretense that
she was about to send Jack a money
order for $50, gained by surrendering
Leonard Bunting to Justice. Then
ures of Miami university and cannot ; Jack would be home by the first of
be bought. Interesting sums have
been offered for it, but the college
holds It as a sort of medal of honor
applied to Its history as an educa-
the week. It cost her a pang when
fhe came back to reality, and slipped
the blue slip which stood for exactly
$3.50 into the envelope.
She had waited bo long at the wln-
! dow that she would not have had
time for much In the way of lunch-
ARGENTINA'S ROCKING STONE eon, even If her funds had been atn-
J ple. She gave her order, "Rolls and
milk." Delia was young and healthy,
and paid the penalty In a clamorous
appetite. She sniffed hungrily and
felt a little faint. "If I get that $50
reward." thought Delia, with a whim-
A Noted Example of the Many Curloua
Toys Found In Nature's Won-
Buenos Ayres. — Nearly every lo-
cality has its lover's leap or some like
spot of local interest, where sometime
in tho history of the world nature has
had her playground and with the aid
of the wind and rain has fashioned
the solid rock into weird, fantastic
shapes that at once excite our ad-
miration and awe.
One of the most noted of these nat-
ural formations is tho rocking stone
situated near tho city of Tandil, Argen-
slcal smile. "I'll save enough of It
out for a good sirloin with plenty of
gravy. Then she became aware that
the young man next her was holding
the menu card In her direction.
"Have you seen this?" he asked cour-
"I've given my order, thanks."
Delia began her reply unconcernedly
enough, but Jumped before she fin-
ished. For the hand extended toward
her was slightly mutilated. The end
of the little finger was missing.
The young man did not notice her
start. He resumed his study of tl'%
card, and a moment later gave his
order. Apparently an uneasy con-
science had not decreased his appe-
Meanwhile, over her rolls and milk,
Delia was stealing glances In his di-
rection. No; there could be no mis-
take. Dark, with heavy -eyebrows,
and gentlemanly manners, and more
significant than all, the missing tip
of the little finger. T^e disappear
Delia's direction and paid the penalty
for the momentary distraction of her
attention. The bowl of soup lurched
Its contents distributed tbemselve*
over the person of the young man
"Hello!" said the young man. For
a criminal with a reward offered for
his apprehension, he had bis nerves
under excellent control Ho turned
to see the face of the red-haired girl
go a deadly white, while behind her
towered the figure of the manager,
whose scowl needed no explanation.
The young man emptied his pocket of
soup and addressed the manager. "AH
my fault," he said.
"Eh? What's that?" The man-
ager's face began to clear.
"All my fault," tho young man re-
peated, with kindly mendacity, "stuck
out my elbow Just as the glri was
passing. She couldn't help It."
"Oh, ail right," said the manager,
looking relieved, but though Delia had
finished her rolls and milk, she was
in no haste to go In search of a po-
liceman. It was strange how that
falsehood had altered her feelings to.
ward Mr. Leonard Bunting. Ha
might be a criminal, but he had a
kind heart. To deliver him up to jus.
tice seemed out of the question. There
was a throbbing at her temples as
she thought of his danger. Even now,
some eye might be on him, noting
the missing finger tip and the gentle,
She leaned toward him breathless-
ly. "Oh, please," she said, "yon
oughtn't to stay here. It isn't safe,"
He looked toward her genially.
"Too much soup?" he Inquired, but
Delia was in no mood to smile.
"I know all about it There's a de-
scription of you hanging up in the
postofflce, and $50 reward for your ap-
"Dear me!" exclaimed the young
He gave her a sidelong glance. "Do
you really think," he began earnestly,
"that anybody would hand over an-
other human creature to spend years
in prison for the sake of a paltry
$50? Sometimes a fellow does a
wrong thing and then wants to turn
over a new leaf. Nobody would want
to clap him under lock and key—tor
"They might not know about your
being sorry," she Baid slowly, as if
trying to justify something to herself.
"And they might need $50 dreadfully.
If you had a brother sick out west,
and no way to get him home, for In-
"Apple pie," said the young man to
"See here," he said, leaning forward
earnestly over the wedge of pie. "If
anybody's going to get the reward for
my apprehension I'd rather it would
be you. Suppose you let me finish
my dessert, and then I'll go along
with you and you can deliver me up
to justice and claim the reward."
"O, no! No!" Delia cried so ve-
hemently that a woman at the next
table turned and looked at her curi-
ously. She lowered her voice at once.
"I'd rather die than do It," she de-
"But you were going to, weren't
you, so as to bring your brother
"Yes, but that was before— When
I saw how kind you were, trying to
keep that poor girl from losing her
place, I knew I never could do It."
"I only suggested that as a possU
bllity," said the young man with cau-
"O, please don't say that," she
begged. "Please go somewhere and
be perfectly honest and pay back the
money you took little by little."
The young man laid down his nap-
kin and looked at her fixedly. "Have
you quite finished?" he asked with his
pleasantly deferential manner. "Then
suppose we go outside." He paid her
check as well as his own, and Delia
was too distracted to notice.
As they passed out of the restau-
ance of the brown mustache changed rant, side by side, the figure of the
Wonderful Rocking Stone.
tlna. This is a perfectly balanced
boulder of Immense size, so lodged
that it can be rocked without fear of
Its falling. Probably It was formed
by the dissolving or wearing away of
a softer stratum of rock, leaving the
harder portion to maintain its equilib-
rium on a curved surface.
A Variable Lake.
Washington.—lake Chad In Africa
Is peculiar. Its changes are a puzzle
to geologists. In 1904 In the north-
ern part ships were sailing across It;
four years later caravan? were cross-
ing It on dry land. In size its surface
is about equal to Pennsylvania and its
average depth Is five feet. Even the
winds suffice to change its level to
such an extent as to submerge or
leave bare portions of its shores. It
is entirely independent of the rivers
that flow into the Atlantic and the
his appearance slightly, yet he bore
sufficient resemblance to the rough
cut in the postofflce to be easily
identified. Delia's heart thumped as
she made her plans.
She must finish her rolls, of course.
It would not do to arouse his sus-
picions. And then she would slip
out quietly, and lay the case before
the big policeman at the crossing. He
was a blue-eyed policeman. She
would tell the policeman, and the
policeman 'would do the rest, and
presently the $50 would put in an
appearance, and Jack would come
home. It was extraordinarily simple.
The red-haired waitress Introduced
a new factor. Delia had felt a strong
Interest In the red-haired waitress
ever since tho morning when her
swollen eyelids were eloquent of long
weeping, and Delia had asked her If
anything was tho matter. The wait-
ress had explained that she had
dropped a tray that morning, and the
panager had threatened to discharge
iier. "He says I'll have to go next
time,"'sniffed the red-haired waitress.
"And I've got a mother to take rare
of. It makes me feel like drowning
Delia had tried to encourage her
by suggesting that perhaps there
would not be any next time, and her
sympathy had won the red-haired
girl's aff ctlons. As she passed now,
* 'ith a bowl of soup, she smiled In
blue-eyed policeman suddenly rose be-
fore them. Delia's head swam. Some
one else had been on the watch.
Her companion's voice broke In on
her mad thought. "How are you, Fog-
"How's yoursilf, MIsther Manway,"
said the big policeman, grinning.
"Foine day, Borr."
"It is that," said the young man
with Delia. Then he took her firmly
by the arm, for she had swayed
slightly. They walked on together,
his hand supporting her. Presently
she lifted a pale little face, that was
all one question.
"No, I'm not Bunting." It was thus
ho answered her eyes. "I saw the
bill in the postofflce myself, and was
impressed by the resemblance. But
my name Is Manway. v I'm in the
men's furnishing goods place."
"Oh, dear! I'm afraid I'm dread-
"What time do you finish?"
"Oh, I don't know. About half-past
"I'll be waiting for you," said Mr.
Manway, deliberately. "There are
some things I want to talk over with
you. I think perhaps we can fix it up
—about getting your brother home."
Mr. Manway was as good as hla
word. He made arrangements for
Jack's return, and Incidentally for
several other things. Jack came Uoma
just in time for tiie wedding.
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