Pauls Valley Sentinel (Pauls Valley, Indian Terr.), Vol. 1, No. 21, Ed. 1 Thursday, August 18, 1904 Page: 4 of 12
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JOHN BURT
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CHAPTER XVI.—Continued.
Jobs beariiSy congratulated B'.ake
on bU ma*'.erly gen«-rai«sti!p.
#'Wf vlfi talk biihjof^s to-morrow.
Jim.*' be >-aid. "I am more anxious
to bear of ottf-r mattr-rt. Sow, Kir
me tb* new*. hid you bear of M.ss
Carders'* lit my rrai.dfa'ber alive?"
' Peter Burt is alive and well." &aid
Blake glad to bring tome good tid-
ings.
"Alive and well," repeated John
burt. "May God bless bim! That is
good r ewg. Go on. Jim."
'"Arthur Morris is alive," Raid Biake.
without lifting his eye*.
" The local papers contained that
news.' observed John, carelessly.
"What's the matter, old man? You're
pale. Are you ill?"
"Pre bad news for you. John." he
said, desperately. I may as well tell
you and be over with it. Miss Car-
den % engaged to be married!"
John's lip tightened and a red spot I
burned on bis cheek.
"To whom?"
"To Arthur Morris. John."
John Burt sprang to hi* feet, burl-
ing the chair backward witb a crafcb.
He strode forward, his eyes blazing
witfc fury and his feature* convulsed
witb passion.
"It's a lie, Blake—it's a lie, and you
know it's a lie!"
He towered above his astonished
friend. His fingers were clenched and
bis lips twitched. Turning abruptly,
he walked across the room with bis
bands pressed over his forehead. For
H
p> ll'/i
going lo New York," said John. "My
plans are made, and if you are will-
ing. we will make New York the fu-
ture headquarters of James B ase a
Company, with the San Francisco es-
*abHshBKnt a branch house. Think it
over Jim. ?nd let me know your de-
cision as soon as possible."
"I've thought it over."" said Blake.
"I'm ready to go to New York the
minute you say so."
"Very well, well go this moutb,"
said John Burt.
It was long past midnight when
Plske drove away and left John Burt
to the harrowing society of his
thoughts. For hours he sat before the
portrait of Jessie Garden- He recalled
the day when she had laughingly
placed the cherished tintype ini bis
band. And now she was in Paris, by
the grace and under the boun.'y of
Arthur Morris—the one man in all
the world he hated.
"It's a lie—an infamous, damnable
lie! ' he repealed as be paced up and
down the room. "It is not so—it shall
not be so!"
But the black clouds of doubt again
obscured the rift made by vehement
hope. What reason had he to doubt
the statement made by Morris? Had
not Morris wealth, influence, social
standing? Was not Jessie under obli-
gations to bim?
And what of Jessie? What valid,
lasting claim bad he on Jessie Car-
den? A few words spoken tinder the
stress of great excitement, a promise
of her friendship and of her prayers—
nothing more.
<i S^«j
[ bcr«4 with keen Joy the parting word*
of tb* old man: "You have the love
of a woman I respect. She will wait
for you. Do not let the impatience of
your Jove imperil your chances."
The sense of coming victory stole
, over htm as he stood t efore the por-
trait an4 repeated the words: "She
will wait for you; she will wait for
you.'' That which is not menaced;
that which does not demand the dan-
ger and turmoil of a battle, is not
worth struggling for.
• • 9 • •
Four weeks later John Burt stood j
on a ferry boat and gazed for the first
time on the matchless water front
and the ragged but impressive sky-
line of New York city.
Biake had preceded him, and had
installed the permanent headquarters
i of James Biake & Company. He met
John as he stepped from the train.
The two old friends greeted eac
other with unfeigned cordiality. Biake
was in high spirits.
"I'm glad you're here. John," he
said, as they were seated in a car-
riage. "I've been in an r.wful fix for
a week or more. What in thunder is
i my opinion on the new currency bill,
John? Ten reporters and a hundred
• nnanciers have asked me that ques-
! tion. and I have refused to commit
| myself. What shall I tell them,
; John?"
"We'll discuss that over dinner,"
laughed John. He gazed at Biake
earnestly, and asked: "Do you know
if Miss Carden has returned?"
• I have been unable to ascertain
that," said Blake. "I haven't seen—
anybody-—anybody who would know.
I've been awfully busy, Johx"
"I know you have," returned John
in his old. cordial manner. "have
you secured a hut for me, Jim?"
"I have fitted tip a dream of an
apartment for you, and have ordered
your favorite dinner."
The following day John Burt began
his New York career.
Ill I li
a moment he stood silent, then abrupt-
ly turned to Blake with his hands
outstretched.
"I beg your pardon, Jim! Forgive
me, old man! 1 didn't know what I
was saying. Forgive ire, Jim, will
you?"
"Certainly, John, but there's noth-
ing to forgive," replied Blake heart-
ily as he grasped his friends hands.
Perhaps It Is a lie. Let us hope so,
John."
For moments no word WuB ,-poken.
John Burt stood by an opene.I win-
dow, with his back to his friend, and
gazed out into the darkness.
"Tell me about it, Jim," he said,
breaking the silence.
Blake related the details of his in-
troduction to Arthur Mowis and told
of the night spent in the latter's apart-
ment. He repeated the conversation
as nearly as he could recall it.
John abruptly changed the subject
*nd questioned Blake about lilt; inter-
view with Poter Burt, and smiled
quietly wnen he related his experi-
ence with the old man. He wat not
displeased that Blake had been forced
to reveal his secret.
"I havo anticipated his advice about
yrx/juudw/rj zjrr
No word from him had come to her
during long years. For all she knew
he was dead. What right had he to
expect that she should play t.ie part
of Penelope to a silent, untrothed
Ulysses who reiused to return from
exile?
This suggested a train of bitter con-
jecture. Why had he not been con-
tent with a modest fortune? Why
had he devoted years to liie amass-
ing of wealth which now mocked his
love? Why had he despised the pre-
tensions of Arthur Morris? Why had
he failed to take steps to positively
ascertain the result of Morris's
wound?
The words of Peter Burt came back
to him: "It is written in God's word:
if thou faint in the day of adversity
thy strength is small; for a just man
falleth seven times and riseth up
again!'" Had he fallen seven times?
From the hour he left the old man's
side uutil that night, no shade of dis-
appointment had come into bis life.
Success had followed success and tri-
umph had succeeded triumph. Every
prophecy made by Peter Burt had
been more than fulfilled.
As he recalled the past he remem-
CHAPTER XVII.
A Foreign Mission.
Before Morris had recovered from
his wound Jessie Carden had left for
Europe. During his convalescence he
was consumed by two passions: First
to arrest and punish John Burt, and
second to see or hear from .Tess:e Car-
den. Yielding to his demands, the
elder Morris spent thousands of dol-
lars in a fruitless attempt to locate
John Burt.
Morris had no difficulty in obtaining
from General Carden the continental
address of his daughter. She was
studying in Berlin, and Arthur Morris
wrote a long letter informing her of
his complete recovery. He calmly
ignored the events which led to the
shooting, and seemed to have forgot-
ten the rebuff he had received at her
hands. The letter read as If their last
meeting had been under the shadow
of the maples on the Bishop lawn.
Morris waited a month for an an-
swer to this letter and then wrote a
second one, which was returned un-
opened. In a towering passion he
went to his father and unbosomed the
story of his treatment.
"You told me once that old Carden
would go broke on L. & O.," he de-
clared, pacing up and down the room.
"I didn't pay much attention to what
you said at the time, but I know all
about it now. I've been looking over
your books, governor. You've got him
long on a rotten stock. Go ahead
and squeeze him! You can do It. Put
the screws to him! Then when he
comes whining around for mercy we'll
see what Miss Independence Jessie
will do! I'll bet she'll answer my let-
ters then! I'll make her pay for this
some day. You've got to do some-
thing, governor!1
"If you think I'm going to run my
banking and Wall Street business so
as to promote your correspondence
with a doll-faced girl, you "
"She's not a doll-faced girl!" declar-
ed Morris, turning fiercely on his
father.
"Well, she's a girl, and tney're all
alike," growled Randolph Morris. "The
prettier they are the more trouble
they raise. 1 thought you told me
you wasn't, going to marry her. Yoo'r«
en ass."
The old banker lay back woaWly In
his chair and regarded his son and
heir with an expression of deep dis-
gust.
' I'll marry her If I want to,' said
Morris, doggediy. "I suppose I've got
to marry somebody and she's as ;;ood
as any one. What the devil has old
Carden s money got to do about It?
When he loses it you get it, and when
you die 1 get It, and If she marries me
she quits even. It's the only cbanca
she's got. Go ahead and squeeze him,
governor!"
"You talk like a fool," said the fond
parent. "You know a lot about stocks,
don't you? I couldn't bear L. & 0.
now if I tried, and wouldn't if I could.
I'm Interested in other stocks besides
L. & 0. If you're bound to marryy,
why don't you marry Thompson's
daughter. He'll die In a year and
leave her four millions."
"I don't want her," said Morris loft-
ily. "You need not worry about my
matrimonial alliances, Let me have
five thousand dollars. I'm goi-.g to
Europe."
Randolph Morris stormed and fumed
and then wrote a check for the
(•mount demanded.
Six weeks later Arthur Morris was
in Berlin. He had perfected his plans,
and after securing apartments in
Leipziger Strasse set about their exe-
cution.
He was to shrewd to announce his
arrival by a letter to Jessie, having
good reason to suspect that It would
meet the same reception as had the
others. He retained a capable valet
and commissioned him to obtain in-
formation concerning Miss Caruen's
daily and weekly routine.
It rained the following day,and Mor-
ris' valet brought word that Miss Car-
den would not venture out in the
storm. His master was pleased to
learn that Miss Carden was in the
habit of going out alone, and that if
the weather permitted, she proposed
to visit Count Raczynskl's gallery on
the morrow.
The famous Raczynski gaHery Is on
the Exercierplatz. outside the Braden-
burg gate, and contains a splendid col-
lection of modern German paintings.
The day dawned bright and warm
after the storm, and Morris was in
fine spirits when he stepped into his
carriage and rode down the avenue.
He entered the gallery and roamed
through the halls to make sure Jessie
had not arrived. He then stood near
the entrance and waited.
His patience was rewarded. He
recognized Jessie as she crossed the
street. She was alone, and Morris
stepped into the dark oi the vestibule
and followed when she entered the
main hall. Jessie carried a sketch
book tinder her arm, and took a seat
opposite one of Schinkel's master-
works. Opening the book, she pro-
ceeded to work on an unfinished
sketch.
(To be continued.)
Razors as Social Adjuncts.
Col. James Hamilton Lewis claims
to have been witness to a scene in a
cutlery establishment that gave him
a new view as to some social accesso-
ries.
"A colored man came up to the
counter," he says, "and asked to see
some razors. Finally the dark cus-
tomer selected a very large tonsorial
blade and said:
" Ah think, suh, dat dls heah one
will be 'bout de 'tensil what 1 needs."
"'Yes,' said the dealer, 'you can
shave yourself all right with that.'
"'l^aws bress yo' life! Ah doan
want hit to shave wid,' said the pur-
chaser.
" What do you want it for?' he was
asked.
" W'y, suh, I wants it fur social
pupposes. Dey is monst'ous fast
'nable, suh, in owah set.'"
Society Woman Writes Play.
Mrs. Alfred Lyttelton, wife of the
British colonial secretary, has writ-
ten a problem play, which Mrs. Pat-
rick Campbell is said to have ac-
cepted.
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