The New Era. (Davenport, Okla.), Vol. 3, No. 50, Ed. 1 Thursday, December 7, 1911 Page: 2 of 8
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poUahlug kitutw of all kin j
Li mis and color a
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•endun hU addrfwa and the prloo In itutnpi for
a full elae package. _
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J7U Oldest ami hirgest Man I'jurfurcrs 0/
Shoe Polishes in the World.
WESTERN DETECTIVE AGENCY
Qannrnl detective bunlneiin transacted In nil part*of
th« worS.t Omfldontlal Investigation of* loulUmnte
eharactiM apccdlly executed for corpuiatloii* and
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OVERALLS AND WORK CLOTHING
Wholesale Dry Goods
OKLAHOMA CITY OKLAHOMA
Bend us roar null I orders.
LOST HIS INDEPENDENCE.
Nagg—I never speak of the Fourth
of July as Independence Day.
Nagg—Why, I was married on that
The Weak Ones.
Police Chief Sebastian of I>os An-
geles wan talking about a married
man who had fallen before the charms
of the beautiful "flirt catcher."
"George was always weak." said
Chief Sebastian. "Once, when he was
• boy at school, his mother was
apologizing for £Ini to his school
" 'Oeorge Is so easily led,' the
" 'Yes.' th^ teacher agreed—'fiic«p.t
In the right direction.""
"Why must you Invariably take a
tajtlcab when you have been drink-
"The bill always sobers me Instant-
Lady Visitor—Doctor, the hurt In
my little dog's paw looks bo angry.
Veterinarian—Naturally, my dear
lady, when you consider It Is In a pet.
W0RK8 WITHOUT FAITH
Faith Came After the Works Had Laid
' A Day State belle talks thus about
"While a coffee drinker I was a suf-
ferer from Indigestion and Intensely
painful nervous headaches, from child-
"Seven years ago my health gave
out entirely. I grew so weak that
the exertion of walking. If only a few
foet, made it necessary for me to Ho
down. My friends thought I was
marked for consumption—weak, thin
"I realized the danger I was in and
tried faithfully to get relief from med-
icines, till, at last, after having em-
ployed all kinds of drugs, the doctor
acknowledged that he did not believe
It was in his power to cure me.
"While In this condition a friend In-
duced me to quit coffee and try Post-
,11111, and I did so without the least
hope that It would do me any good. I
did not like it at first, but when It was
"pfffperly made I found it was a most
delicious and refreshing beverage. 1
am especially fond of it served at din-
ner Ice-cold, with cream.
"In a month's time I began to im-
prove, and In a few weeks my Indiges-
tion ceased to trouble me, and my
headache stopped entirely. I am so
perfectly well now that I do not look
like the same person, and 1 have so
gained In flesh that I am 15 pounds
heavier than ever before.
"This is what Poslum has done for
me I still use It and shall always do
su." Name given by Postum Co., Bat-
tle Creek, Mich.
"There's a reason," and It is ex-
plained In the Utile book, "The Road
to Welivllle," In pkgs.
Klfr rt-ml the above Irtfrrf A Beit
Mr ■miriirt from tlm* to llm*. Tk*r
■ rr « ■!■>, Ira*, ud full of kiiau
Jack Kalth, * Virginian, now a bor-
<1,r plainsman, la rldlriK alonK tlifl Simla
Ke trail on the lookout for roaming wiir
parties of savages. He nottc«n a camp
fir,* at a dtatuncr and then urea a team
attached to a wagon and at full aaltop
purHutMj by men on ponies When Keith
reach*'. the wagon the rnlciero have mattf*-
arred twn men and departed. He searches
the victims finding papers ami a locket
with a woman's portrait. He resolves to
hunt down the murderers. Keith In ar-
rested at Carson City, charged with the
murder, tits accuser being a ruffian named
Black Bart. He Kn.K to tall fully r.alli
tiiK the peril of nwlft border lustlce A
companion In hi* cell Is a negro, who
tclla him he la Neb and that he knew the
Keith family back In Virginia N'-b sav«
one of the murdered men was John
811,ley. the other Oen Willis Walte. for-
merly an officer In the Confederate army
The ptalnsman and Neb escape from llie
cell, and later the two fuglllvea become
Iohi In the Maud desert They come upon
a cabin and rtnd Its lone occupant to he a
young girl, whom Keith recognises as a
singer he saw at Carson City. The girl
explains that she came there In search or
a brother who had deserted from the
army A Mr Hawley Induced her to
come to the cabin while he sought to lo-
cate her brother. Hawley appears, and
Keith In hiding recognises hlrii as Black
Bart. Hawley Irlea to make love to the
glri. There in a terrific battle In the
darkened room tn which Keith overcomes
Black Hart. Horse:, are appropriated, and
the girl who says that her name Is Hope.
Joins In the escape. Keith explains his
situation nod the fugitives make for Fort
Lamed, where the girl Is left with the
hotel landlady Miss Hope tells that she
Is the .laughter of General Walte. keith
and Neb drift Into Sheridan, where Keith
meets an old friend. Dr. Kalrbaln.
"You say there was no trace?"
"Nothing to travel on after forty-
eight hours—a posse started out next
morning, soon as they found him—-
when they got back they reported hav
Ing run the fellows as far as Clm-
mnron Crossing—there they got across
and escaped "
"Who led the posse?"
"A man called Black, I think," he
"Yes, that's the name; so. I reckon
you didn't bury Wlllla Walte this time,
Captain. You wouldn't have thought
he was a dead one If you had heard
him sweSr while he was telling tne
i story—It did him proud; never heard
him do better since the second day at
Gettysburg—had his ear shot off
i then, and I had to fix him up—Lord,
: but he called me a few things."
| Keith sat silent, fuJIy convinced
now that the doctor was telling the
truth, yet more puzzled than ever
over the peculiar situation in which
he found himself Involved.
"What brought the General up
here?" he questioned, finally
: "I haven't much Idea," was the
reply. "I don't think I asked him <11
! rectly. I wasn't much Interested.
There was a hint dropped, however,
now you speak about It. He's keen alter
those papers, and doesn't feel satis-
. fled regarding the report of the posse.
It's my opinion he's trailing after
: Black Bart."
The dining-room was thinning out.
and they were about the only ones left
at the tables Keith stretched blm-
I self, looking around.
"Well. Doctor, I am very glad to
have met you again, and to learn
Walte is actually alive. This Is a
rather queer affair, but will have to
work Itself out. Anyway, I am too
dead tired tonight to bunt after clues
In midst of this babel. I've been In
the saddle most ol the time tor a
week, and have got to And a bed "
"I reckon you won't discover such
a thing here," dryly. "Got seven In a
rot ;n upstairs, and others corded
along the ball Better share my cell—
only thing to do"
"That would be asking too much—
I can turn 1n at the corral with Neb;
I've slept >n worse places."
"Coutan't think of It, Keith," and
the doctor got up "Besides, you
Meep at night, don't you?"
"Usually, yes." the other admitted.
"Then you won't bother me any—
do doctor sleeps at night In Sheridan;
that's our harvest time. Come on,
and I'll show you the way When
morning cotnes I'll rout you out and
take my turn."
Keith had en]oyed considerable ex
perlence In frontier hotels, but noth
Ing before had ever quite equalled this,
the pride of Sheridan The product
of a mushroom town, which merely ex-
j Isted by grace of the temporary rail-
way terminus. It had been hastily and
lllmstty constructed, so It could be
trsnsported elsewhere at a moments
notice. Kvery creak of a bed echoed
; Irom wall to wall The thin parti-
| tlons often failed to reach the celling
| hy a foot or two. and the slightest
noise aroused the entire floor And
there was noise of every conceivable
kind. In plenty, from the blare ot a
| band at the Pioneer Dance Hall oppo-
site, to the energetic cursing of the
| cook In the rear. A discordant din
1 of voices surged up from the street
below—laughter, shouts the shrieks ol
women, a rattle of dice, an occasional
pistol shot, and the continuous yell-
ing of industrious "barkers There
was no safety anywhere An exploding
revolver In No. 4? was quite likely to
disturb the peaceful slumbers ot tbe
Innocent occupant ol No 16. and every
sound of quarrel In tbe thronged bar
room below caused tbe lodger to curl
up In momentary expectation ot a
■tray bullet coursing toward klm
C ATALE OF THE PLAINS
VJVPAMDALLPARDISH ' ,
Author Or'Mv Lady Or The South," sK'
Vhem Wilderness Walking!1 EtlEtc iw
(Copyright. A. C. McClurg A Co.. 1S10.)
Jack Keith." No expression of recog-
niticn came into the face of the other,
and Keith added curtly, "Shall we
There was a moment's silence, and
then Wllloughby swung his feet over
the e&ge of the bed onto the floor.
"Fire away," he said shortly, "un-
til I see what the game 1b about."
"Oh, You Mean Hope? Do You Know Her?"
through the floor. With this to trou-
ble bim. he could lie there and bear
everything that occurred within and
wltJouL Every creak, stamp, and
snore was faithfully reported; every
curse, blow, snarl re-echoed to his
ears Inside was hell; outside was
Wearied, and half dead, as Keith
was, sleep was simply Impossible. He
beard heavy feet tramping up and
down the hall; once a drunken man
endeavored vainly to open his door;
not far away there was a scuffle, and
the sound of a body falling down stairs.
In Bome distant apartment a fellow
was struggling to draw off his tight
boots, skipping about on one foot
amid much profanity. That tbe boot
conquered was evident when the man
crawled Into the creaking bed, an-
nouncing defiantly, "If the landlord
wants tbem boots off, let him come
an' pull 'em off " Across the hall
was a rattle of chips, and the votces
of several men, occasionally raised In
an^er. Now and then they would
stamp on the floor as an order for
liquid refreshments from below From
somewhere beyond, tbe long-drawn
melancholy howl of a distressed dog
greeted the rising moon
Out from all this pandemonium
Keith began to unconsciously detect
the sound of voices talking In the
room to bis left. In the lull of ob-
structing sound a few words reached
blm through the slight open space be-
tween wall and ceiling
"Hell. Bill, what's the use goln' out
again when we haven't the price?"
"Oh. we might And Bart some where,
and he'd stake us. I guess I kugw
enough to make blm loosen up. Come
ou; I'm goln'."
"Not me, this town Is too near
Fort Hays; I'm liable to run into
some of the fellows "
A chair scraped across the floor as
Bill arose to bis feet; evidently Irom
tbe noise be had been drinking, but
Keith heard blm lift tbe latch of tbe
All right, Willougbby," be said,
thickly, "I'll try my Inck. an tf I see
Bart I'll tell him yer here. So loag."
He shuttled along the ball aud
went, halt sliding, down stairs, and
Keith distinguished tbe click ot glass
and bottle In the next room. He was
sitting up in bed now. wide awake,
obsessed with a desire to investi-
gate The reference overheard must
have been to Hawley, and If so. this
Wllloughby, who was afraid of meet
Ing soldiers from the fort, would be
the deserter Miss Hope was seeking
There could be no barn In making
sure, and he slipped Into his clothes,
and as silently *.s possible, unlatched
his door There was a noisy crowd at
tbe farther end ot the hall, and tbe
sound ol some one laboriously mount
tog tbe stairs Not desiring to be
seen. Keith slipped swiftly toward tbe
door ol the other room, and tried the
latch It was unfastened, and be
stepped quietly within, closing It be-
A small lamp was on tbe washstand.
a half-emptied bottle and two glasses
beside it, while a pack of cards lay
scattered on the floor. Fully dressed,
except for a coat, the sole occupant
lay on tbe bed. but started up at
Keith's unceremonious entrance,
reaching for his revolver, which bad
slipped to the wrong side of his belt
"What the hell!" he exclaimed,
startled and confused.
The Intruder took one glance at blm
through the dingy light—a boy of
eighteen, dark hair, dark eyes, bis
face, already exhibiting signs of dis
slpatlon, yet manly enough In cbln
and mouth—and smiled.
"I could draw while you were think
ing about IL" be said, easily, "but I
am Dot here on the fight Are you
The lad stared at him, his uncer-
tain hand now closed on the butt of
his revolver, yet held Inactive by the
other's quiet assurance.
"What do you want to know for?
"Curiosity largely; thought I'd like
to ask yon a question or two."
"You—you're not from the fort?"
"Nothing to do with the army; this
Is a private affair "
The boy was sullen from drink, his
"Then who the devil are you? 1
never saw you before "
"That's very true, and my name
wouldn't help any Nevertheless,
you're perfectly welcome to it. I am
Coolly, yet without in the least
comprehending how best to proceed.
Keith drew toward bim the only chair
in the room, and sat down. Miss
Hope—fnore widely known as Christie
Maclalre—had claimed this drunken
lad as her brother, but, according to
Hawley, he had vehemently denied
any such relationship. Yet there must
be some previous association between
the two, and what this was the plains-
man proposed to discover The prob-
lem was how best to cause the fellow
to talk frankly—could he be reached
more easily by reference to the girl
Or the gambler? Keith studying the
sullen, obstinate face confronting
him, with instinctive antagonism over
his intrusion, swiftly determined on
"It was not very nice of me to come
in on you this way," he began, apolo-
getically, "but you see I happened to
know your sister "
"My sister? Oh, I guess not!"
"Yes. but I do." throwing a con-
fidence into his tone he was tar from
feeling, "Miss Hope and I are friends."
The boy sprang to his feet, his face
"Oh. you mean Hope? Do you know
her? Say, I thought you were giving
me that old gag about Chrlsti#
"Certainly not; who Is she?"
"That's more than I know; fellow
came to me at Carson, and said be d
met my sister on a stage west of To-
pcKs. I knew be was lyln', because
she's home over In Missouri Finally,
I g-nt It out of him that she claimed to
be my sister, but her name was
MnclBl'*e Why. I don't even know
her, and wni.' do you suppose she
ever picked me ouv 'or ^er brother
He was plainly puzzieu, EDd perfect-
ly convinced It was all a mistake.
That hi* sister might have left homd
since he did, and drifted West under
an assumed name, apparently never
occurred to blill «s possible. To Keith
this was tbe explanation, and nothing
could be more natural, considering
her work, yet he did not feel like
shattering the lad's loyalty. Faith In
the sister might yet save him.
"Perhaps the fellow who told you,"
he hazarded blindly, speaking the flrst
thought which came to bis mind, "bad
some reason to desire to make you
think this Maclalre girl was your sis-
The suggestion caused him to laugh
at flrst; then his face suddenly sob-
ered. as though a new thougbt had oc-
curred to him.
"Damn me. no, It couldn't be that,"
he exclaimed, one hand pressing bla
bead. "He couldn't be workln' no
trick of that kind on me."
"Whom do you mean?"
"A tellow named Hawley," evasive-
ly. "Tbe man who claimed to have
met my sister."
"'Black Bart' Hawley?"
Tbe boy lifted his head again, bis
eyes filled with suspicion.
"Yes, If you must know; he's a
gambler all right, but he's stuck to
me when I was down and out. You
tTO BE CONTINUED.)
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Youra for great-
Youra for never
Youra for purity.
Youra for economy.
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thing that goes to
make up a strictly
high grade, ever-
That is Calumet. Try
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provement in your bak-
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economical over the high-
priced trust brands, how
much better than the cheap
and big-can kinds.
Calumet is highest in quality
—moderate in cost.
Received Highest Award-
World's Pure Food
Merely Obeyed the Rules
How the Late Tom Jo'-i.aon. In Early
Life. Squirmed Out of Very
When the late Tom Johnson started
In life be drove a borsa car In In-
One night there war a big storm
of sleet and snow and 'he tracks were
almost hidden. Johnson was on the
ulght shift, and In tbe norm he drove
his car two blocks jeyn'' a curve be-
fore be realized the car was off tbe
tracks and slipping along on the Ice
He tried to pull the car back and
failed Thereupon he unhitched the
horses, drove them back to tbe barn
and left the car where it was
Next day tbe superintendent called
him. "Hare. Johnson." be said, "what
do you mean by driving a ear off the
track and then leaving It In tha
"Why." Johnson replied, suavely
"that's In the rules for drivers and
"In the rules for drivers and con-
ductors?" roared the superintendent
"Where. I'd like to know?"
"Certainly." replied Johnson "It
says always to be polite to passengers
Do yon remember the kind of a night
last night was* Well, there was a
lady on my car who didn't have an
umbrella and she lived two blocks
from that curve So I drove her
home."—Saturday Evening Post
No Elevator to Success.
There are men who crowd about the
push button of an elevator. Instead of
taking kindly to tbe steep stairs of
success and they will never get there
or anywhere else.
Be sure you are right and then go
ahead. Don't turn around to see t>
your neighbors are looking.
In South Texas
You can fish and get some-
thing more than "bites"—you
can fill your game bag without
half trying, along the Gulf Coast
You can spend every day
out in the open, under sunlit
skies ana enjoy to your fill the
fresh, pure air that makes the
Winter in South Texas some-
thing you can look back upon
with rare delight *
Let me send you a descrip-
tive booklet and tell you about
the low fares to Texas this
Winter. Address ,
W. S. St. George,
General Pasaenger Agent
St. Louia, Mo. g
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they are excluaiTely cotton factor*.
they handle more cotton on conetg
than any factor iu the Uuire<l Siatee
their warehouee faellltlea are a
their rate* are low « any
they advance money on cotton consigned
oil the tiiowt liberal baai* aud imut
they can with confidence refer to any oat
who hav ever shipped to them In the p*at
their long experience in handling cotton,
their fair deailngH and their excellent con-
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uliitf world, render them always able te
obtain the very hlglient prlcen on cotUMi
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wmon la K«>lng np and every ba.e ahtppe*
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