The Lexington Leader (Lexington, Okla.), Vol. 24, No. 47, Ed. 1 Friday, August 6, 1915 Page: 2 of 8
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At nine o'clock in the morning,
punctual to tlio second, Klodie Fisher
Unlocked ttio door marked "Hall llonl-
jitella, Artist-Photographer," and
talked Into the office.
The largo light room was vacant.
Flodle shook her lioad In sorrowful din-
appointment at her employer's tardl
pess. and shrugged her shoulders. "Oh,
Bear!" sho muttered Impatiently. Just
nyhat I expected." Then, with a shake
jof tier head as 0110 who says, "It must
bo done!" she walked In and listened
outsldo Mali lloiilHtolle'8 bedroom door.
|-\ir a moment she stood poised, awk-
wardly graceful -or ratlier gracefully
ewkwurd, perhaps, so quaint, bo orig-
inal was her attitude. She knocked
with firmness. The summons was per-
emptory, yet It had the secret indul
Igence of a doting mother for her only
child. The only annwer was a not un-
musical baritone growl.
, She banged on the door again. This
time she really meant It. "Mr. Bonl-
etelle! You must get up immediately
j—come on now!"
1 A wait—then the unwilling reply,
! Flodle walked buck to the office,
frowning, and sat down at her desk. A
leaf from the calendar pad was ripped
|t><T. the desk top was dusted with a
l^oth; then she stopped suddenly. The
^levator door had banged.
Almost Immediately there entered
ko her the sad young Janitor, Mr. Al
tred Smallish. He gave a pathetic
nopeless look at Klodie and hung at
knehor in the doorway, meekly.
! "Morning, Miss Fisher," he Baid, and
l Flodlo gave a glance at htm, casual-
ty, then gazed with more interest
p'ale blue eyes, a large Roman nose,
fwldeopen ears and a quivering mouth
|iad Alfred. HIb chin was that of
Elxard, sloping back weakly to a prom
nent Adam's apple.
• She fumbled over the photographs
on the table behind her.
"Alfred," Bhe Baid In the voice of a
school ma'am, "did you see a picture
of me I had here on the table the other
He turned fire-red. "You—you didn't
■want that picture, did you, Miss Fish-
er?" Ills eyes Implored her wildly,
vainly. "Well, I'll bring it back, If you
*ay so; only, I thought, maybe—"
' "Well, Alfred Smallish! I like that!"
j "Oh. Miss Fisher—you see, well. I
Iflidn't quite dare to ask you, and—well,
you know, I thought—it's just grand
of you, Miss Fisher—! I'd think the
'world of it, and—couldn't you pos
"That's enough, Alfred! I don't
(dare to discuss it. You just walk that
blcture back Immediately!" Flodie's
voice was sharp, but . . . well,
IFlodle couldn't lielp pitying him. She,
weakened. "Perhaps, I'll give you one,
teometime. I'll see."
Mr. Smallish beamed with pleasure,
[but ho had a talent for blunders.
•"Some folks mightn't think you was
jpretty, Miss Fisher, but I think—"
Klodie whipped out her watch.
Gracious sakes!" she cried, "where's
<Mr. Bonlstelle's oggs?"
, "I'll go down and see if they're
ready. Miss Flshur." He turned heav-
"Well, hurry up, then! If his break-
fast Isn't here when he comes, he's
liable to eat the tablecloth and go
jigbt back to bed. Quick now!"
"Yes'ui!" Mr. SmalliBh left in de-
jection. Flodie walked swiftly into the
Vstudio and knocked again at her em-
ployer's door. "Mr. Bonlstelle! Are
you ready for breakfast?" she called.
•Floddie's tone had changed; decided
as it was, it had softened; It was al-
most musical. Her face had changed,
also. She stood as if awaiting a
I Footsteps were heard In Hall's bed
room. Now, there are two kinds of
men: those who are shocked even unto
mortification by being discovered in
the act of shaving, and thoso who take
« malicious delight in their outrageous
condition. Hall Honistelle opened the
door and protruded his belathered
tface shamelessly, grinning.
Even disheveled as he was at pres
ent. scandalously tousled and be-
daubed with soapsuds, his smile was
Flodie's adoration of him, though
of the maternal order, did not lessen
her firmness. "Do you realize how
much you've got to do today, Mr. Bon-
"Nothing to do but work," he chant-
"You have an appointment at ten
o'clock—and you know how you al-
ways poke over that old breakfast!"
"Speaking of which, wherefore not
here?" He joyously chucked her uu-
dor the civ i.
Flodie loved it but dared not show
"It'll be here by the time you're fit
to be seen. You wash that face of
yours and hurry up with It, you big
baby, you! I've got too much to do
myself to talk to you!"
"All right, oh, fair assistant, 1 must
obey!" Hall disappeared and Flodie
marched back to the office.
Opening the letter box on the door,
she took out a dozen or bo envelopes.
One set she inspected critically—they
were all in feminine handwriting—
and then rather unwillingly laid them
aside. The others she tore briskly
open, each received a keen, shrewd
look. They were tiled or thrown away.
Little and whimsical and odd, Flo
die's appearance had something of the
humor of a puppy, the sad wisdom of
a monkey. The combination made her
face pathetic. Crinkly, colorless hair
and hazel eyes had Flodie. Her fine,
regular teeth were her beBt asset, and
when she smiled, her mnln relief from
plainness. From her costume, which
was careless, to her gestures, which
were queer, Flodie Fisher was an orlg
Inal. She had charm and magnetism
Whether she made one laugh or weep
eccentric little Flodie was distinctly
Mr. Smallish now reappeared with a
loaded breakfast tray.
"Put him on that table In the stu
dlo," Flodle commanded.
"Have those giddy green garlands
come for tonight?" she asked.
"Why, yes, they're out in the hall,
Miss Fisher. What time does the
"One minute past ten."
"Will there be many here, Miss
"Oh, I don't know, Alfred, about
twenty, I suppose—men, ladles and
women. Especially women! They
don't usually refuse Mr. Bonlstelle's
studio Invitations, I notice! There'll
be too many anyway. There won't be
half of 'em come till the theaters are
over, though. We've invited a squad
Alfred stopped, his arms loaded with
garlands. "What, real ones?'
"No. only half-ripe, 1 guess. Not
nearly so real as the other women
who'll be here, anyway. There are
more good actresses off the stage than
on, Alfred! It'll be good as a play
Alfred gazed longingly from the
threshold, his eyes afire. "Say, Miss
Fisher, are you going to be dressed
up like you was the last time?"
She dropped a fantastic courtesy
"Precisely the same, Alfred; our good
old friend Crepe de Chine. Now you
gallop along with those evergreens be
fore your eyes drop out, Mr. Small
Alfred left, with the love light un-
Flodle went Into the studio and
pounded at the chamber door again.
"Mr. Bonlstelle! Hurry up! Your
Pounded at the Chamber Door Again.
breakfast is awfully impatient. Come
along! That old coffee is swearing
Hall opened the door, grinning.
"And I suppose those eggs are feeling
rotten about It," he offered jauntily.
Flodle giggled delightedly and hov-
ered over the table, giving it a few
Hall Bonlstelle w-as attired In a
purple dressing-gown, too evidently
the gift of a loving, tasteless female.
He showed himself, now, as really
handsome, even to that cleft chin
which women seem to fancy, and
most right minded men to loathe. On
his face was the touch of humor, care-
lessly joyous, rather than intellectual,
and with his "artistic" temperament,
it was easy enough to account for his
popularity with women, popularity
that gave him a spoiled air, was not
offensive, and enabled him to do much
forbidden to other men. Always ex
cepting poor Flodle, who hugged a
precious secret to her breast, women,
it might be added, liked rather than
loved him. The obvious proof might
lie In the fact that, at twenty-seven,
Hall had not yet been entangled In
a serious affair of the heart. He con-
sidered that he knew too much about
women to be seduced from his amus-
ing occupation of merely studying
As to that, if one had asked Flodle,
she would have Bmiled and changed
the subject. Least of all. perhaps, if
the truth were told, did he know the
fond adorer who had voluntarily made
herself his slave. He saw and took
advantage of her cleverness and zeal;
her attractive oddity refreshed him,
but to her deep seriousness and the
reserves of her temperament he was
Flodie sat watching his long, slen-
der hands engaged gracefully with
fork and spoon. But, much as she loved
to watch him, her conscience made her
too uncomfortable. Reluctantly she
withdrew her eager eyes.
"Well," she sighed, "now for busi-
She read aloud from the book. "At
ten o'clock Mrs. Rena Royalton
She looked up. "And you won't be
half ready! I'll have to entertain
her—and you know how I hate that
'Can you name one woman, Flodie
Fisher, whom you do not hate?"
"No, I can't. They're all cats. Cats
and rats and hens and snakes and
parrots! But that's no reason for
keeping them waiting." Flodie ran
her finger down the page. "Let's see
ten-thirty—Miss Dallys. Oh, no, I for-
got! You took her yesterday."
"Carolyn's certain a fine girl," Hall
murmured dreamily, lighting a ciga-
rette and watching his assistant
"Carolyn?" Flodie fairly spit it out.
"Since how long?"
"Ever since I neglected to pay my
dinner call on her, Flodie. I had to
do something to soothe her ruffled
feelings—so I began to call her Caro-
lyn. What's the inevitable result?
She's invited me for next Wednesday
again. People always invite you again
if you are rude enough, Flodie."
"You must have been pretty rude
to Mrs. Royalton, then, by the way
she runs after you! Why, she fairly
clucks like a hen!"
"Oh, Mrs. Royalton! Ah, there I
have another method! She's one of
those women you can't possibly in-
sult." Hall smiled with superiority.
"Rena's got to the age, you know
when she prefers to be flattered."
"Don't all women like it?" Flodie
"No! You're too young, Flodie. You
want compliments." Hall was trium-
phant. "It depends upon how you do
it, you know. Rena wants it laid on
thick. A woman doesn't demand
subtlety, Flodie, after she gets to the
"Thirty-five! Mrs. Royalton Is thirty-
eight, If she's a day!"
"By the way, how old are you, Flo-
dle? I forget."
"Me? Why, I'm only twenty-one!"
Hall laughed. "Plus five, makes
"I'm not!" she protested—hut It was
no use. He laughed at her till she
flushed red and sought refuge In a
bundle of bills. "There's a 'Please re-
mit' from the Photo-Supply company,"
she announced, looking up. "What
shall I, do?"
"Oh, answer 'Necessity forbids!'"
Hall shrugged his shoulders.
Why, Mr. Bonlstelle, don't you real-
ize that we've simply got to pay that
bill pretty soon, or they won't send
us any more stuff? Oh, it's all very
well for you to sit there in a red silk
dressing gown and laugh and make
aristocratic jokes! But I have to take
all the kicks, and stand off the col-
Hall applauded gracefully. "Say,
Flodie, you've got your war boots on
today, haven't you! What's the par-
"The matter!" Flodie looked down
on him as from a mountain. "Where's
the rent coming from, I'd like to
know? Out of your cigarette smoke?
Yes, you can smile and twist that silly
mustache all you want, but that won t
pay for hypo! Do you Imagine we
can run this business on epigrams and
funny gestures? No, sir! Mr. Bonl-
stelle,"—Flodie shook his shoulder—
you've simply got to wake up and
make a wholo load of money, quick.
He rose and yawned artistically.
"Lord, I know it! Think of a Bonl-
stelle having to work for his living!
Isn't that grotesque? Why, for all I
know, I may be a millionaire this very
inute. Fancy, Flodie—a millionaire!"
"Say"—Flodie grew serious. "When
are they ever going to find out about
that old will, anyway?"
• I wish to heaven I knew! If John
B. Honistelle had been anyone else's
uncle, he would have filed his will
with his attorneys, and his nephew
would be driving a sixty-horsepower
car by this time. But being mine, of
course he has to hide the confounded
document where It won't be found till
the estate is settled. I've been on pins
and needles ever since he died."
"Well, of course he'll leave you
something. You'll get a booby consola-
tion prize, anyway. He can t cut yoi>
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
ONLY TWENTY YEARS OLD BUT
SHE LEADS ALL
The premier attraction of the Okla-
homa State Fair, September 25 to
October 2, is Ruth Law, the peer of
all air pilots before the public today.
Her performances consist of sensa-
tional flights In which she performs
didoes in the air that make strong
men nervous—and she is only 20.
Loops and straight drops of 500
feet are old with her and this year
abe added a new stunt. She takes
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Slander, sir! You do not know what
you are disdaining. I have seen the
most respectable persons almost over-
whelmed by It. . . • At first a
light sound, skimming the earth like
a swallow before the storm, very soft-
ly (pianissimo) It murmurs and purrs
and sows in Its course poisoned ar-
rows. It Is on somebody's mouth, and
softly, softly (piano, piano), it glides
slyly Into your ear. The evil Is done
It is born, it creeps, it walks; and
with growing power (rinforzando) it
goes from mouth to mouth diabolical-
ly. Then, all of a sudden, I can't tell
you how, you see slander straighten
up, hiss, swell and grow tall before
your very eyes. It springs, stretches
Its wings, whirls, envelops, seizes, car-
ries off; it flashes lightning, it thun-
ders and becomes a hue and cry, a
public crescendo, a universal chorus
of hatred and proscription. Who, in-
deed, could stop It!—Beaumarchals.
The Way Out.
"Sometimes I think," remarked the
timid young man in the parlor scene,
that if I—er—had money I would—
"Well," suggested the dear girl who
was occupying the other end of the
sofa, "why don't you try and—er—
Teacher—Mary, can you tell me how
Noah's ark was lighted?
Mary—Yessnm, with ark lights.
TAKE PLEASURE IN HAGGLING
Tibetans Will Not Be Denied the Joy*
That Accrue From the Sense
"Mornln' time, bargain time!" calls
out one of the peddlers by the way-
side in Tibet cheerfully as he sees
you returning from a glimpse of the
snows at sunrise. You bid him come
to you, and from one of the innumer-
able pockets concealed In his volu-
minous robe he will produce a perfect
little Jade cup, or a Tibetan coffee
pot or gold, copper and precious
stones, or perhaps a huge lump of
rough turquoise hewn to look like a
couch with a tiny gold Buddha reclin-
ing on it.
Then comes the bargaining, in which
he and all his friends take part against
your single self.
It can all be done by signs and
smiles and patience and in the long
run you will get some things well
worth having at a very reasonable
But you must have no false pride
about bargaining. It is an elementary
part of these people's nature, and the
Joy of Belling will leave them forever
when the day of haggling is done.
Beat Milton's Record.
Student—I read that Milton spent
fifteen days on one page when writing
Convict—That's nothing. I have
been on one sentence six years.—
Never do a thing gratis today that
someone is likely to pay you to do to-
Renton, Scotland, has a woman let-
In her latest air feat. Not imitated
by any other flyer.
up a male assistant with a parachute
and at a height of 1,000 feet drops
him from her Wrigm bi-plane. She
acquires a speed of seventy miles an
hour before attempting this feat, to
secure sufficient momentum to "keep
Ths is one of the free features that
will greet you at the Ninth Annual
Fair. It alone Is worth coming to see
Play Your Own Hand.
In this land of opportunity you are
cautioned against merely recognizing
a good chance and stopping there.
Dreaming that there is money in some-
thing doesn't get the money out.
eNither is the pin of playing one
man's capital against that of another
fellow the best way to set the get-
ting rich. You must invest your en-
ergy as well as money in order to
make success.—Los Angeles Times.
Truly a Remarkable "Bull."
Humor expresses itself in action as
well as words. The Irish rebels of 1798
enacted a "bull" of a remarkable kind.
They wished to annoy John Beresford,
a banker. So, forgetting that every
bank note that is lost relieves a bank
of liability, they collected at great ex-
pense a pile of Beresford paper money
and burned it with great sound and
Community Directed by Women.
One French community is directed
by women, not by chance, but by cus-
tom and necessity. This is the rocky
| island of Ushant, dreaded by sailors.
I which breeds a hardy race of seamen [
| esgaged either in the French navy or j
I mercantile mrine or In fishing, the j
! work on lnd being done by the
Good and Bad Times to Sleep
: Sleep is soundest on cool, clear, dry
| evenings, when there is little moisture
; In the air and some mild movement of
j the pleasast, soothing amnosphere. On
' cloudy, warm, Boggy or even snowy
i nights, other things being* eual, sleep
! was fitful, restless and unsatisfactory.
A Summer Vacation
Avoid needless work, especially hot cooking, and plan
to get all possible rest and leisure.
There are many ways. For instance, a hot breakfast
is uncalled for in summer. There's no excuse for early
morning cooking with Post Toasties in the house.
Nothing will please husband and children better than
a bowl of crisp, delicious
Henry M. Lester, president of th«
Huguenot association of New Ro-
chelle N. Y., is ha ing the estate of
Miss Eliza Moulton dug up in a search
for the foundation of the first Hugue-
not church, which the women of the
Huguenot settlement there helped to
build In 1688.
Under the chancel, history says, the
bodies of three pastors of the church
were buried. There Is also a tradi-
tion that some of the residents of
the town buried money and plate un-
der the church during the Revolution-
ary war and that it was never recov-
ered. The property faces Huguenot
I The old church, because of Its
' shape, was called the "i>tone Jug.
"These Scuth Sea islanders are a
ueer lot. They have many things
which are taboo, mustn't be touched."
"I see nothing strange about that. It
is the same principle on which we
carefully plant a lot of grass for peo-
ple to keep off of."
Kind looks, kind words, kind acts
and warm handshakes—these are a
secondary means of grace when men
are in trouble and fighting their un-
seen battles.—Dr. John Hall.
Size of the Earth.
To be exact, the diameter of the
earth from pole to pole is 7,899 miles,
the equatorial diameter being 7,925
miles. The slight difference of diame
ter is, of course, owing to the flatten-
ing out of the poles.
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with cream or good milk.
There is pleasure in serving this dainty food and you A
start the day without work or worry.
With Toasties in the pantry it takes but a moment to
prepare a breakfast or lunch that pleases all—you save
time and temper.
Order a package of Post Toasties from your grocer
and start on your home vacatiin. ^
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