The Lexington Leader (Lexington, Okla.), Vol. 25, No. 2, Ed. 1 Friday, September 24, 1915 Page: 2 of 12
The following text was automatically extracted from the image on this page using optical character recognition software:
THE LEXINGTON LEADER
jVGELETT DURGE _
ILLUSTRATED 6y RAY ^ALTD^-
eaoyyr/avr &Y cn-rr w/.tcsrss
H*II Bonlstello, ftrtl8t-[)hotp*rnphor pre-
burrs for 111 .lny'M wi m III hi" 'udl .
f'lodie l- lvh.T, Iiih • si t nil. rem i..l • 1
of a party ho I* to Blve In tlw studlo that
night. and ttiut hl business IsIn i >™j
financial Hh p<- Mr Dorerous. at :j rney
unit jiiHilrf of the pence, call* and Informs
Hall that tils Uncle John s will Iiim >« •
him M.000,000 on condition that he marry
before his twenty-eighth birthday, which
begins at midnight that night Mrs. Kena
Royalton calls at the studio Hull nsRs
her to marry him. She agree* to ■'*
him an answer at the party that night.
Miss Carolyn Dollys calls. Hall proposes
to her. She agrees to give him an an-
swer at the parly. Rosamund Gale art
model, calls. Hall tries to rush her Into
mi Immediate marriage. She. too, derers
her answer until the evening. Modle tries
to show llall a certain way out of the
mtxup, but he Is obtuse. Jonas HassltiK-
bury, heir to the millions In case Hall
falls to marry on time, calls.
CHAPTER VI— Continued.
Lord, I generally
Flodie btared at him fascinated, as
a bird by a snake. Try ns she could.
It was impossible to deny his accusa-
"Hold on a minute, now!" He shook
Ills finger Impressively. "I'd give a
good deal if 1 was satisfied he wouldn't
be married before midnight."
Flodte could stand It no longer. It
was useless to attempt to hide her
feelings from this man. Her heart |
was bursting. "Oh, so would I, If 1
had the money!" she crldd, woebe-
Jonas leaned back, with a smile of
victory on his face. "Wall, I guess
I got to the woman of It at last," he
gloated. "All women Is just alike,
when you come right down to It. 'One
man among a thousand have I found;
but a woman among all those have 1
not found'—that is, different. But
that's neither here nor there. I sus-
pected you was sweet on Hall; your
face give you dead away. Wall, then,
miss," he brought it out deliberately,
"seems to me our interests ought to
"What d'you mean?" Something in
Flodie's subconsciousness was awak-
"You, bein' a woman, don't want him
to marry anybody else. Wall, neither
do I." He watched her closely, heart-
"I see," said Flodie frigidly, "be-
cause you'd lose a fortune."
"Oh. It ain't the money, miss, don't
you misinterpret my motives. I don't
want a cent of it for myself. It's what
I can do with It. See here; If Hall
gets that money, he's bound to throw
It away on all sorts of foolishness. If
he marries tonight, some sheep-head-
ed, extravagant woman will have the
spondin' of it." He watched the shaft
strike Flodie, and went on. "Whare-
as, if I Inherit it—why, I got my plans
all laid out a'ready." He leaned for-
ward earnestly. "Why, do you know,
miss, they's heathen in the tropics
what don't know what clothes be, let
alone the Bible. They tell me they
ain't a toothbrush nor a pair o' corsets
In all Polynesia. And all of them mis-
erable niggers got to be damned ever-
lasting. Then they's hospitals I In-
tend to endow, and tracts ought to be
printed." But Flodie's eyes were cast
down. He saw that he had lost his
audience, and came back to his best
argument. "Think o' Hall's wife
throwin' that cash round on parties,
and low-necked dresses—to say nothln'
o' balls and concerts and theaters!"
"Well," Flodie said, with a pathetic
look in her face, "I don't see what we
can do about It. He's made up his
mind to marry tonight, and he's al-
ready proposed to three women."
I Jonas whistled long and low.
"Looks like we got to get to work in
a hurry, don't It? See here, miss," he
epoke slowly and emphatically. "You
can do It. Why, women is born for
tricks like this. What's that Jeremiah
says? 'A woman shall compass a
man.' That's right, too. You'll find
a way and depend on me to help all
I can. What d'ye say?"
Flodie's mind had already Jumped
to the task. Why not try to save Hall?
that was the excuse she gave her-
self. To be disloyal to him was un-
thinkable, but to prevent a lifelong
unhappiueBS due to his marrying any
one of the three women he had pro-
posed to—ah, fiat was another thing!
What if she could accomplish It, and
get the best of this scheming hypo
crtto Into tfie bargain? There was a
magnificent chance for a woman's
strategy! Suddenly the thought came,
beautiful, complete. She Jumped up
excitedly. "I know!" she cried.
"What? Got an idee a'ready?" Jo-
"Yes! I'll tell you. I'm going to
l?et those three women together in this
room—and then—I'll Just let nature
take Its course! If something doesn't
happen, then I don't know anything
Jonas chuckled, delighted. "Wall,
that will be a picnic, won't It! By
limlny, I'd like to see the fun!"
"No," said Flodie, "you'll have to
fcave I've got lots to do, if ! m to
Manage this thing, and I've got to do
It alone. Now, let's see! Wait a min-
ute—Hall's giving a party tonight.
git to bed by ten."
"You won't tonight, then. Better
drink some coffee If you're sleepy
And I guess It'll be worth sitting up
for. Good afternoon, Mr. Hasslng-
bury!" Flodie did not offer to shake
Jonas gazed at her In ever-growing
admiration. "Say, miss," he ventured,
"It ain't often 1 get loony over a wom-
an. I don't trust 'em enough. But
I've took consider'ble fancy to you,
somehow. You got a good head on
your shoulders, you have!"
Flodie evaded his hand. "Well, It s
likely to stay there, I'm afraid. At
any rate, It'll never be on yours, Mr.
With which Flodie went, without
honoring him with another glance,
into the stockroom, leaving him to
take his departure alone.
After Jonas Hassingbury had left,
Flodie went to the telephone and
called up a number.
"Mrs. Itoyalton- . . . Yes, this Is
Miss Fisher—at Mr. Bonistelle's, you
know ... about your pictures .
CQUld you drop in this afternoon and
see some proofs? . . . Oh. yes,
lovely, I think . . . About three
o'clock, If you will i . . Good-by!"
Next she called up Miss Dallys, and
said nearly the same thing; both la-
dies agreed to call. But how about
"It's Hard to Ketch You Alone, You
Rosamund? She wandered from stu-
dio to studio. Well, Flodie must risk
it. Perhaps she could be found later.
Meanwhile she had much to do. She
flew back to the printing room, and
went to work on the negatives. They
must all be finished before the ladles
arrived, that tliey might suspect noth-
ing. Quickly her fingers flew. Sud-
denly she looked up. Who was that
in the office? Flodie went fn and
found Alfred the Pale, with a big
bunch of evergreen garlands. He
pulled oft bis hat and grinned.
"Will I fix up the studio now?" he
"Yes," said Flodie, "right away."
She held up a proof of Carolyn Dallys
and inspected It critically. Alfred,
meanwhile, was regarding his idol.
"Well, why don't you go ahead about
it?" Flodie Inquired severely.
'Say, Miss Fisher," Alfred set down
hU bundle and approached her. "It's
so hard to ketch you alone, you
"No, I don't. We must have those
decorations up in a hurry." Flodie.
however, did see something in the
poor janitor's face which made her
start hastily for the stockroom.
"Ob, I know it ain't no use, Miss
Fisher, but It'll be a satisfaction even
to be throwed down. It'll be some-
thing. anyway. 1 can't stand It any
Flodie Btared at the hopeless janitor.
Faint heart ne'er won fair lady, but
still, his look was flattering. There
was a mild balm in his devotion, as he
fawned on her. It softened her heart.
"Now, Alfred," she began, "don't you
'I just can't help It, Miss Fisher!"
he exclaimed. "I got to be silly! If
I didn't see you every day, here—oh,
dear, ain't they any hope for me? Not
He waited a moment, wistfully. Flo-
die watched him with a curious far-
away interest, as at an Injured animal.
Then she said gently, "It's not use, A1
fred. You know I couldn't possibly. I
don't want you to say another word
about it." Flodie, as she spoke, fin-
gered a thin gold chain about her
neck. Dangling, warm on her breast,
apathetically. "Of course I'm nothln
but a Janitor—now—but Miss Fisher,
if I only had you I'd show 'em. And—
say, don't go yet. please, Miss Fisher—
wait till I get rid of It for once and for j
all—It'll do me good—you wouldn't
ever have the likes of me, I know-
that ain't all of it—it's only I want to
do something for you, just to prov«
how 1 feel! If I could only help you
Borne way!—don't you understand how
It Is, Miss Fisher? Won't you give me
a try sometime? That's all I want
Flodie, leaning against the table,
watched him with tears In her eyes.
Ah, Flodie understood! How well she
knew! She could no longer laugh at
him. Kindly she stretched forth her
hand; and the janitor who, In all his
life had never known gallantry,
reached for It, and kissed it as natu-
rally ad might a courtier. He touched
lodle's little hand as If It were a holy
relic; and on it there fell a BOft rain
Flodie bit her lip; she slowly shook
her head. "I'm awfully sorry, Alfred,
really; but I don't Bee what I can do."
Alfred's lips quivered, and his hands
writhed as he replied; "Why, all I
want you to do Is to promise, Miss
Fisher—ask me to do something for
you. Something hard to do. The very
hardest thing you know. Why, I'd do
anything. Miss Fisher, anything!"
Alfred meant literally what he Bald
She put her soft hand In his. "I know
what you mean, Alfred," she said bo-
berly. "You're so good! I'll call on
you If ever I need you. I'll promise."
She turned a little sadly back to her
'AH right." Alfred's look feasted on
her. He paused by the door. "It's
really more than I ever hoped for, Miss
Fisher, what you just said! Thank
you!" He left, almost with dignity.
Flodie turned to her work. From
the telephone to her printing she vi
hrated, and from that to her accounts,
occasional inspection of Alfred's prog
ress, and arrangements for the eve-
ning's refreshments. Meanwhile her
busy mind was going over the problem
of managing her trio of rivals. If she
could only find Rosamund! Rosamund
she had, from the first, disliked; she
had always resented her appearance.
Now she fairly longed for her to open
the door. She thought and thought of
some possible way to reach her.
In a half hour, miraculously, as if
summoned by Flodie's mental demand,
who but Rosamund did open the door!
—Rosamund Gale, more patronizing,
more assured and nonchalant than
"Hello," she said coolly; "Hall
here?" She Bauntered up to the mir-
ror and poked at her golden ringlets.
"Why. no. Mr. Bonistelle has just
left," said Flodie, suspiciously cordial,
stopping her writing. "But I'm expect-
ing him any minute. Won't you
Rosamund craned her neck, trying
to catch a glimpse of her barrette.
"Those pictures of mine developed?"
"No, Miss Gale. Mr. Bonistelle had
to work on some of his customers'.
"Well, I should think he might get
mine done first. I was in an awful
hurry to Bee 'em."
"Well, he has to attend to business
part of the time, you know, Miss Gale,"
"Oh, indeed!" Rosamund gave her a
long, cruel stare. "I don't see why he
bothers about his old business so
much. He can afford to take it easy,
"Well, of course I wouldn't say any-
thing about it to a customer, you
know, but so long as you and Hall are
such great friends, why,—well, the
fact Is, I'm rather worried."
Flodie noted with glee that Rosa-
mund was losing color.
"Do you mean to say that Hall
Bonistelle isn't doing as well as—well,
as well as he says?" Rosamund de-
Flodie smiled with secret satisfac-
tion. "Oh, I wouldn't exactly say that,
you know, but then—well, it costs a
lot to run this place. Here, look at
those bills! I don't think he'd mind,
so long as it's you!" She handed Rosa-
mund a neatly folded parcel. "I don't
know how in the world we re ever
going to pay them!"
Rosamund turned them over curi-
ously, frowning. "H'm!" she said to
herhelf, through tightened lips. "Quite
a bunch of 'em, isn't there? Why, 1
don't see how he can expect to—"
she gazed anxiously at Flodie.
Flodie, seeing her advantage, art-
fully receded. "Oh, Mr. Bonistelle is
optimistic, you know. He always thinks
he's going to come out all right. Just
a wee bit reckless, perhaps, but then,
well, I guess it'll be all right.'
Leaving this to sink into Rosa-
mund's alarmed mind, FJodie walked
Into the stockroom and proceeded with
her printing and washing.
"Say, Miss Fisher!" Rosamund
called out, "how much salary do you
TOO ILLTO WORK
A Weak, Nervous Sufferer
Restored to Health by Ly-
dia E. Pinkham's Veg-
Kasota, Minn. —"I am glad to say
that Lydia E. I'inkham's Vegetable
Compound has done
more for me than
anything else, and I
had the best physi-
cian here. I was so
weak and nervous
that I could not do
my work and suf-
fered with pains low
down in my right
side for a year or
more. I took Lydia
E. Pinkham's Vege-
table Compound, and now I feel like a
different person. I believe there ia
nothing like Lydia E. Pinkham's Vege-
table Compound for weak women and
young girls, and I would be glad if I
could influence anyone to try the medi-
cine, for I know it will do all and much
more than it is claimed to do." — Mrs.
Clara Franks, R. F. D. No. 1, Maple-
crest Farm, Kasota, Minn.
Women who suffer from those dis-
tressing ills peculiar to their sex should
be convinced of the ability of Lydia E.
Pinkham's Vegetable Compound to re-
store their health by the many genuine
and truthful testimonials we are con-
stantly publishing in the newspapers.
If you Have the slightest doubt
that Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegeta-
ble Compound will help you,write
to Lydia E.PinkhamMedieineCo.
(confidential) Lynn, Mass., for ad-
vice. Your letter will be opened,
read and answered by a woman,
and held in strict confidence.
Great Need for Improvement in
Writer Points Out Evil in Practice of
"Limiting Supply"—Tons of Fish
Left to Rot Because Dealers
Wouldn't Take It.
in sickness of the
Stomach, in liver and
bowel disorders and
in geneial weakness
can be found in
Stability of United States.
The Constitution cf the United
States of America was adopted In
1789. In that year the French revolu-
tion began. Since 1789 Europe has
been remade. Among the nations
four stand out as "ancient"—Eng-
land, Russia, Denmark and Spain.
Yet in the past century and a quarter
those countries have lived through
governmental changes that show be-
side the stability of the United States
rule as exceeding large and signifi-
Year After Year.
"They can't fool all the people all
"But the summer hotel proprietor
manages to stick us for two weeks
Her Chance Good.
"It's a case of love at first sight."
"Well, maybe it will work out all
right. 1 took four years to select my
husband, and look what I got."
Artist—Your wife's portrait will be
a speaking one.
Customer—Couldn't you make it
more on the order of still life?
Wasn't that a terrible fight among
the animals in the zoo?"
"Yes; one of the keepers told me it
was a beastly row."
As we approached the city on the
river boat my companion pointed to I
tha lowlands on either side of the riv-
er and said: "Here is where most of
our 8paragu8 is raised." Then he add- |
ed with a faint smile: "And here if ,
•-.iiere they had the great contlagration ,
of asparagus "
"Conflagration of asparagus?" I re-
peated. "What do you mean?
"Oh, the prices weren't high enough
to suit the controllers of the market. I
So they burned up a few dollars' worth
of asparagus to limit the supply.
Lately I have been seeing a man |
who spent the summer fishing with
nets, not for pleasure merely, but for
a living, writes John D. Barry in the |
New York Telegram. I asked him
what kind of living is provided. He
shrugged his shoulders. "There's noth-
ing in it for the fishermen,' he said.
"They're at the mercy of the bis deal-
ers. One day, for example, we had
a big haul of shad. We left it on the
beach to rot, tons of it. There was
no use In our sending it to market.
The dealers didn't want it. There
wasn't enough profit in it for them to
bother with it."
"Does that kind of thing happen
very often?" I asked.
He smiled in derision. "It happens
all the time. There's enough fish
thrown away every week to provide
food for thousands of families." Then
he became excited. "The big dealers
here have everything their own way.
The fish industry is one of the biggest
monopolies. It's a disgraceful tyran-
ny. The big dealers pay the fishermen
whatever they like. The small fish,
such as perch, they hate to have any-
thing to do with. They consider the
profit not worth their while. So
there's an immense waste in small fish
alone. And yet such fish is very good
eating and could be supplied cheaply
to the people."
In Paris there is a great market,
called Les Halles. There the French
producers from many miles around
send their produce. As early as elev-
en o'clock at night, in the country dis-
tricts, the rumble of the carts begins,
on the way with their foodstuffs to
feed the big city. In the early morn
ing the activity in Les Halles makes
a great spectacle. Visitors go In
swarms to see it. Large quantities of
fresh supplies are sold at auction to
the hotel and restaurant keepers. And
all over the vast place there are booths
for sale of produce to the smaller buy-
ers. These include the tradesmen
with small shops in different parts of
Paris. The market stocked in the
early morning, is cleaned out by night.
From the producers it exacts a per-
centage for the sales. In this way the
producers and the consumers are eas-
ily and conveniently brought together
to the advantage of both.
In London, at Covent Garden, a
similar system exists, and In many of
the continental cities. A few Ameri-
can cities are developing large free
markets. A great public market ought
t^ exist in every city and it ought to
be under the control of the city for the
benefit, not of the few, but of all the
people. It would protect both those
It helps Nature pro-
vide the necessary
required for the per-
fect assimilation ol
food, thus creating
and maintaining bet-
ter health at all times.
You should try it.
Be Sure You Gel HOSTETTER'S I
I.0SSES SURELY PREVENTED
by Cutter*! Blaaklat fill*, kow*
priced, fr«eh, reliable; preferred by
Western stockmen, becaiue the*
rotMt where ether ? "•« faII.
T TJ® KritTfor booklet end
I r I « I®-*** 1W •• I ! l o#
TI* juMrtorlty of Cutter product! I> Jm to vnt U
mint on cutter'!, f unobuln.blt. order direct.
Th. Cult" Laboratory, Berkeley. Cel., or CMu . lib
A toilet preparation of merl*
Help* to r-radicate dandruff.
For Restoring Color and
Beauty toGray or Faded Hair.
60c. and ll.QO at I>rug>[t«ta__i
Why Suffer With Pellagra?
Baughn'a Improved Pellagra Remedy will
jre you. It h:ia cured and la now curing
others. It ia not an experiment. Our bind-
ing guarantee la back of It. You run no risk.
L«-t us tell you all about It. Bauglina Im-
proved Pellagra Rein. Ca.,
Carbon Hill. Ala
nate a vast amount of waste, including
the waste that directly and Indirectly
results from the artificial limits im-
posed on the food supply, putting be-
yond the reach of vast numbers of peo-
ple food liberally supplied by the
bounty of nature and cheaply produced
Some day we shall see that our pres-
ent ways of trafficking in food means
trafficking in human life.
Would Be Interesting.
"Did you hear about Mrs. Wombat's
party?" inquired one lady. "Mrs. Piffle
"Here's the interesting point," said
another. "Mrs. Flubdub isn't Invited."
"Dear me! And did you hear how
Mrs. Soandso snubbed Mrs. Van
"Hum!" remarked a passing editor.
"Judging by the interest the women
take in the same, I think I had better
get out a column of social activities."
So Paw Says.
Little Lemuel—Say, paw, what is a
Paw—A leading cittaen, son, is a
man whose example It isn't always
safe to follow.
No Mistake About It.
"A man's home ought to be tha
dearest spot in the world to him.
"When the bills are coming in, It
Because some London streets are
too narrow for motor omnibuses to be
turned around, vehicles are being,,- . „ , , „tV,„
tried with controlling apparatus at who supply the food and th°se
" ' consume the food. It would eliml-
each enu. i
Doesn't Miss It.
"Does your furnace smoke to a dis-
agreeable extent, Mrs. Jags?
"No, but my husband does."
Before the war there were 5,000
German waiters and barbers In Lon-
The Best Mill
Cannot grind good flour from poor wheat, nor can the human body get good
health from food and drink which is not fitted to the individual.
was a tiny golden locket, one of Hall
Ml!'i.llhta thatT Invited you, Bonistelle's few gifts, treasured leal-
Suppose 1 te" hr ™nd at about eleven ously by Flodie, worn night and day.
and you come
tors are going"
°T' tell you how mat- Alfred Smallish had already givon
uj> all hope. "Oh, 1 know," he said
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Case of Forgetfulness.
Mrs. Sherburne Hopkins, who re-
cently left society for the stage, smiled
the other evening when the conversa-
tion at a social affair turned to forget-
fulness. She said she was reminded
0f an incident along that line. Some
days ago Brown was rambling along
the boulevard when he met Green.
Cordial handshake, a donation of
cigars, and then some talk. "By the
way. old man." wonderingly queried
Brown, glancing at the other's hand,
"what have you got a string tied
around that finger for?" "My wife
put It there," replied Green. "It was
to remind me to mail a letter for her."
"1 see," laughingly returned Brown.
"Did you mail It?" "No," was the
smiling response of Groen, ' she for-
got to give it to me."—Philadelphia
Right food —the kind the system re-
quires, goes a long way toward putting one
on The Road to Wellville.
This road leads to comfort, happiness
and long life.
is a delicious food scientifically prepared from
wheat and barley.
In the making, the starch of the grains
is partially pre-digested for quick and easy
assimilation—and furnishes the nourishment
Nature requires for the daily rebuilding of
body and brain.
It pays to keep oneself in the highest
condition of physical and mental vigor.
Bad Food and Good Health Won't Mix.
The human stomach stands much abttss
but It won't return good health If you give -v
It wrong food.
If you feed right you will feel right, for
proper food and a good mind is the sura
road to health.
"A year ago I became much alarmed about
my health for I began to suffer after each
meal no matter how little 1 ate," says a
"I lost appetite and the very thought of
food grew distasteful, with the result that
I was not nourished and got weak and thin.
"There was no one to shoulder my house-
hold burdens, and come what might I must
bear them, and this thought nearly drove
me frantic w'aen I realized that my health
was breaking down.
"I read an article In the paper about some
one with trouble just like mine being bene-
fited by Grape-Nuts food and acting on this
suggestion I gave Grape-Nuts a trial. The
first dish of this delicious food proved that
I had struck the right thing.
"My uncomfortable feelings in stomach
and brain began to disappear and in a short
time I was again myself. Since than I have
gained 12 pounds in weight through a sum-
mer of hard work and realize I am a very
different woman, all due to the splendid
"There's a Reason" for tirape-Nuls
Sold oy Grocers everywhere.
Here’s what’s next.
This issue can be searched. Note: Results may vary based on the legibility of text within the document.
Tools / Downloads
Get a copy of this page or view the extracted text.
Citing and Sharing
Basic information for referencing this web page. We also provide extended guidance on usage rights, references, copying or embedding.
Reference the current page of this Newspaper.
The Lexington Leader (Lexington, Okla.), Vol. 25, No. 2, Ed. 1 Friday, September 24, 1915, newspaper, September 24, 1915; (gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc110692/m1/2/: accessed February 19, 2019), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.