The Lexington Leader (Lexington, Okla.), Vol. 25, No. 9, Ed. 1 Friday, November 12, 1915 Page: 3 of 10
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THE LEXINGTON LEADER
Ay GELE TT DURGE ^
ILLUSTRATED 6y PAY WJCK
caoy/r/Gwr oy crierr avftcrss \
The party was now in full swing.
Some twenty were In the reception
room, dancing or watching the
<lancers. The evening grew in life
and merriment. Mr. Doremus, back
from his interview with Flodie, was in-
fected by the revels. He blossomed
suddenly and unexpectedly into hilar-
ity, and encouraged and stimulated by
the gayer of the young actresses, be-
came, in spite of himself, the center of
the party. The company did not let
him off till Alfred Smallish, blushing
furiously, appeared in the doorway.
"Supper is ready—I mean—er—sup
per is served!" he announced, and
coughed into his hand.
The three soubrettes who had been
pelting Mr. Doremus with pinks, now
surrounded him, bound him with ever-
green garlands and carried -him off en-
slaved, through the office, where Flo-
die was presiding over tables of salad
and sandwiches, into the reception
room, where they enthroned him on an
old Spanish chair, and waited on him
like houris. The gentlemen rushed
back and forth with plates and nap-
kins; everybody began to talk and
laugh. Beer bottles popped.
Hall was now becoming desperate.
It did not seem at all so easy as he
had expected. If only Flodie hadn't
got her back up so foolishly! Well,
he must, at least, be off with his old
loves before he was on with the new.
And. for that, he must have the an-
swers of the two women. He left the
company and walked into the studio,
now deserted, to look at the clock.
Heavens! It was already half after
eleven. Something would have to hap-
pen in a hurry, if—
Carolyn Dallys appeared in the door-
way, smiling. She was wearing corn
color, in a costume no man could have
described five minutes after he had j
seen it. Carolyn's clothes were always J
not only original but characteristic of
She sauntered in, and dropped upon
the couch, to look up at him good-na-
turedly. Hall's hopes rose. It was go-
ing to be easy, thank heaven. She
didn't at all have the smile of a pros-
"Well, Hall," she began, "you don't
seem particularly anxious to see your
Now what?" She took a cigarette from
the table and gracefully lighted it,
puffed out the smoke, and yawned.
As she drew in her line thus, his
frenzied struggles were getting short-
er, but more violent. "Oh, hang it all,
Carolyn, you know I was only fooling,
of course! Why, we were laughing
all the time, you know that! I had no
idea you'd ever accept me! Do you
mean to tell me that you are in love
with me?" he asked bitingly.
"Not at all! I 3ee no need of lying
about it, whatever. But you certainly
do amuse me." Her eyes danced.
"Well, I should say it was hardly
enough to accept a man simply be-
cause he amused you!" This was tho
best Hall could do, now; he was get-
"Oh, yes," she replied Jauntily, "on
the contrary, I'm quite sure that 1
shall want to be amused ail my life—
especially when I'm married."
"Heavens! Do you consider that
we are engaged?"
She looked af him. with surprised
eyes. Her fishing was approaching a
climax. She began to wind in her line
to short length, speaking incisively.
"See here, Hall, you're not trying to
get out of it, or anything, are you?"
Hall gasped, wearied with the duel.
"Now, Carolyn, let me explain Just
how it is—I'll have to tell you some-
thing—I want to—hang it—you make
it so damned hard for me—what 1
Carolyn rose and looked him in the
eye. She laid her hand on him; and,
soft as was its touch, he felt as if it
were gripping him like a handcuff.
"Hall, see here! Are you trying to
get out of it, or aren't you! Just tell
"Why—why, I think you're carrying
the joke a little too far, Carolyn, that's
all—honestly I do!"
Carolyn now had him at the edge of
the boat. She Jerked him in with a
laugh. "My dear old Hall," she said,
and her voice was honey-sweet, "I'm
carrying it only far enough to want to
wear that ring you bought today for
me. Where is it?" She actually be-
gan to feel in his waistcoat pocket.
He backed off in terror. "I haven't
Carolyn smiled. "Well, never mind.
We don't want anyone to know just
unction. "I certainly have, miss. Why,
I've buried three wives a'ready! 1
reckon 1 know pretty near as much
about women as anybody."
"Then you're Just the man I've been
looking for!" said Carolyn. "I want
you to help me; will you?" She Jumped
He rose also. "What appears to be
"Why, there are two women hera
that I'm Just dying to have your opin.
ion of. Come out with ine and I'll In-
troduce them to you, and let you talk
to them; will you?"
"You bet I will. Just let me see 'em!
I guess if anybody can size 'em up,
Jonas Hassingbury can!"
And with that he followed her out
into the other room, and Carolyn deliv-
ered him over to Rosamund Gale.
Olive, aged four years, went for a
walk with her father one Juno morn-
ing. Hearing a bird singing by the
roadside, she stopped to admire his
beautiful black-and-white coat.
"Oh, papa!" she exclaimed, "see this
"How do you know it's a bobolink?"
asked her father.
" 'Cause I 'stinctly heard it bob-
ble," was the reply.
AVOID A DOCTOR'S BILL
; on the first of the month by taking
now a bottle of Mansfield Cough Bal-
! sam for that hacking, hollow cough.
Prise 25c aud 50c.—Ady.
Ancients Used Qas Warfare.
The earliest use of deleterious gases
in siege warfare is recorded in the
.history of the Peloponnesian wars
from 431 to 404 B. C. During this
struggle between the Athenians and
Spartans and their respective allies
the cities of Platea and Delium were
Wood saturated with pitch and sul-
phur was set on fire and burned under
the walls of these cities in order to
generate choking and poisonous fumes
which would stupefy the defenders
ind render the uisk of the attacking
forces less difficult.
The small boy who refuses a piece
of pie at dinner when he seo that the
I supply if running short is a true hero.
Hall, meanwhile, was near tho boil-
ing point of his rage. He had been
defeated by Carolyn's cleverness. He
was furious at her, at himself, at
everybody. Here were two women,
now, who had a hold on him—and be- |
fore long there woull! be three! Never!
Hall swore It with a round oath. Mis.
Royalton, at least, would not triumph.
She hadn't Carolyn's brains, she hadn't
Rosamund's disarming beauty. She
was, when it came right down to it.
more or less of a fool. Why not ignore
her, and make a last attempt to win j
Flodie? He looked up i.t the clock. |
Good heavens! It was already twenty
minutes to twelve! And his four mil-
lions were no nearer than ever. He
Jumped up impulsively, and strode to
The company had about finished
supper. The little orchestra had
started up again, and had begun on a
new turkey-trot. As a proof of Its in
sidious charm, who but Jonas Hasslng
bury himself had succumbed! He was
dancing with the fair Rosamund. Mr.
Doremus, still surrounded and petted
by the three pretty actresses, was tell-
ing a funny story. There was a sharp
squall of laughter as he finished
Where the devil was Flodie? Hall
pee.'Jd from behind the portieres, so
as not to be seen himself. In a mo-
ment she emerged from the stockroom
with a plate of ice cream, and. smiling,
passed it to Mr. Doremus Then she
looked up, and caught Hall's eye. He
A woman's idea of doing charity
work is to get her male acquaintances
] to furnish the money.
"Were you much impressed by the
majestic roar of Niagara?"
"I was at first, but later on, when
my husband put up a roar about Bur
hotel bill, Niagara sounded like a
Glass paving block used in an ex-
perimental way in a French city street
lasted less than two years.
Write Marine Eyr H'mrilf «To.,Clilc io
for illustrated Hook of tho Eye tree.
The tall mail is occasionally short The more a man is envied the less
on intf:'le-t. real happiness he has.
when you decide to help
ach weakness and bowel
irregularity with the aid of
THAT IS, something ia wrong with baby, but we can t tell
just what it is. All mothers recognize the term by the
lassitude, weakness, los3 of appetite, inclination to sleep,
heavy breathing, and lack of interest shown by baby. These
are the symptoms of sickness. It may be fever, congestion,
worms, croup, diphtheria, or scarlatina. Do not lose a minute.
Give the child Castoria. It will start the digestive organs into
operation, open the pores of the skin, carry off the fcetid
matter, and drive away the threatened sickness.
Genuine Castoria always bears the signature
blushing bride. Th^d "almosT"beg^n j ^.et' anyWay' do w.e? K'"f ^"dnwn
to think you were deliberately avoid- 1 S°™C°Z " , , ! '
u „ 3 and I'll tell you exactly what we re go-
ing me. ... Ing to do." She proceeded to lead
' Avoiding you! Nonsense Caro- daZHd t0 reslst, toward the
lyn!" Hall laughed easily and tossed couch where they sat down together.
her a box of cigarettes Really, I ve „Now be brave she said> smiling,
been so confoundedly busy with all [et ycu hoW n)y haU(J You do
these people, and ; ugt what j and you'll never re-
She broke in placidly: "Well, you're I - - .,
not busy now, are you?'
Hall began to be afraid. "Oh, no, of
course not. Why?" He watched her
as if she were about to strike him.
"Well, then, I've made up my mind,
"What do you mean?" he asked, and
assuming a carelessness he was far
from feeling, he walked to the table
and took up a flower, idly.
"Why, I told you over the telephone,
didn't I? Look pleasant, Hall," she
said; "it's 'yes.' I've decided to accept
Hall grew faint. It was not alone
the words that alarmed him. It was
the cold-blooded tone in which they
were uttered. There was a deliberate-
ness, a fixity of purpose in it that
gret it. I hate engagements; they
have neither the excitement of court-
ship, nor the satisfaction cf matri-
mony. So, at just nine o'clock tpmor-
row morning, you are going to call on
me and we'll toddle down to a justice
of the peace. We'll just cut out the
white veil and downcast eyes and
everything. All you'll have to do is to
put a gold band on my finger; and my
share will be to say 'I will' aud become
Mrs Hall Bcnistelle. What's the mat-
Hall was staring toward the door
j "My cousin Jonas," he said.
"Oh, bother!" Carolyn's eyes shot
fire. "Just as we want to arrange
Jonas Hassingbury, tall and gaunt,
li 1 i I i;;
VERY MUCH IN WRONG "BATH."
Guest's Mistake, It Will Be Under-
Stood, Waa Not a Thing to Be
Smythe's mistake, which is de-
! scribed in an English contemporary,
i must have been disconcerting, to say
I the least.
"You'll find your bath in the out-
Thus he had been directed the night
before at the little inn where he was
stopping, and that is why he was now,
in his dressing gown, pushing open the
outhouse door. It was dark, hut
there was the tub, and it would do.
He hopped in. In the middle of his
ablutions the red-faced landlord thrust
his head in at the door. In the dim
light he failed to see the man in the
"Water quite nicoly warm, thanks.'
t observed Smythe, "but it's a trifle
"Muddy he hanged!" roared the
landlord, bursting in suddenly. "Your
tub's in the next place. Git out of it.
you blitherin' idiot! Not a word of
this in the ouse. mind! not a word of
this in the 'ouse! That's my 'ome-
brewed ale you're a-washin' iu!"
John Barrymore, the actor, was
talking about Germany's submarine
policy in New York.
"W'lieii Germany told us wo Amer-
icans might cross the seas in safety
provided we used such ships as she
offered, 1 nearly died laughing," he
"I was irresistibly reminded of the
poet who complained to his landlord:
'"Landlord, I really must insist on
your repairing my doors and win-
dows. They close so badly that it in-
terrupts my work. It blows my hair
all about my face.'
"'Humph,' said the landlord. 'The
easiest way out of that difficulty is for
you to get your hair cut off.'"—New
HIS SILENCE A COMPLIMENT
Too Many Men Are Apt to Make th
Mistake That Is Recorded of
Tho cofTee was weak, the bread un-
derdone, and the fowl tough, or at
least lie said so. His wife's long pa-
tience gave way.
"John Henry," said she, "I've tried
faithfully to cook to suit you for
twelve long years. No one in the town
has better-cooked food, yet you are
always finding fault. Why can't you
praise me once in a while, I'd like to
He looked up In astonishment.
"Well, it you ain't tho most unrea^
sonable woman I ever saw, "he ejacu-
lated. "Why, many and many is the
time I've sat down to a meal and nev-
said a word about it. Anybody
would know there wasn't any fault
to be found, or I'd 'a' found it, and
yet you want a better compliment than
that! That's juBt like a woman—they
can't tell a compliment when tl *y 8®t
ness, a fixity of purpose in u mat e gandwich> 8trolled ,n_
threatened his complacency. Carolyn ^ se„. ssed as the nu)st
still maintained her usua jocular man- , cotillioll leader ln town.
ner, but there was something keen and
steely beneath it that he had never be-
fore felt. He rose to meet it with all
his skill at acting.
"Lord, Carolyn," he exclaimed, walk-
ing up to her impatiently, "you didn't
really take me seriously, this morning,
did you?" He burst out into forced
laughter. "Well, that is funny; think
of you—of all women—getting ca'ught
like that! It's perfectly absurd! You
can't make me believe you thought I
was in earnest, you know! That's ab-
So the agile trout, when he first
feels the hook in his mouth, thinks
that by a bold struggle he can regain
his freedom, and thrashes the pool
with hectic energy. Hut Carolyn, with
all her humor, was a shrewd cool fisher
of men. Calmly, surely, she kept her
lino taut. She. had struck four mil-
lions! Not for a moment had she lost
her composure. Slowly she spoke;
she almost drawled.
"Why, yes, I did, Hall! Surely, You
seemed to have a lucid interval, you
know, this morning, and 1 believed
every word you said. And what's
more," she added, "I believe it now!"
Lazily, to aud fro, her feather fan was
Hall floundered again, wildly. "Oh,
come on, Carolyn! Can't you take a
"Yes," she answered smilingly,
"when I see the point of it. Will you
The point, Hall well knew, was ln
his own mouth. He dashed up and
down the room fretfully, making fer-
vent gestures. Poor fish! He still
Imagined he could get away from the
hook. "Good heavens, I have explained,
haven't I? Why, I only wanted to hear
what you'd say!"
"Well, you've heard; I say 'yes.
experienced cotillion leader in town
He was perfectly sure of himself;
without wealth, or power or social
training, he was blessed with an ego-
ism that a king might have envied.
Jonas had never been embarrassed in
Hall looked at him, for the first time
with relief, and rose.
"Miss Dallys," he said, "let me pre-
sent my cousin, Mr. Hassingbury."
Jonas put the sandwich behind his
back, and bowed. Carolyn looked up
at him, annoyed.
"Dallys?" Jonas queried, "never
heerd o' that name before, to my
knowledge. What be ye, Portuguee?"
With the grace of a veteran, he
dropped down beside her on the couch.
At any other time Carolyn would
have welcomed his quaint charm. But
her eyes were now for Hall, and she
was anxious. Her answer was vague.
Jonas, however, did not appear to
notice it. His work was plain. He
had to make himself attractive, and
get rid of Hall. He launched forth,
therefore, on a description of the town
of Branford while Carolyn yawned be-
hind her fan.
At the first pause Hall broke In. "By
jove, Carolyn, I've got to get some
photographs in my room I promised to
show Mr. Doremus! Cousin Jonas will
take care of you all right, Carolyn.
He's a great man for the ladies!" and
with this slid out of range of her pro-
Carolyn pulled herself together to
make the best of it. This yokel must
be got rid of at once. She leaned to-
ward him with ardor.
"Oh, Mr. Hassingbury, do you really
think I'm pretty? You must have
known so many beautiful women—ln
"Yes, that's right!" said Jonas, with
It Was Already Twenty Minutes tc
beckoned and she carelessly ap
proached the studio.
As she crossed the threshold Hal
caught her by the wrist and drew in
She looked up at him, a little fright
"Flodie," he exclaimed wildly, "Flo
die, I can't stand it any longer. Dou'l
keep it tip any longer, dear! Say, 'yes.
can't you? Flodie, for God's sake—"
She looked him up and she looked
him down, and anger was in her eyes.
"I gave you my answer, Mr. Bonistelle.
Didn't you understand me, this after-
noon?" She backed off, preparing to
He seized her again. "Flodie, 1
won't take no for an answer. I love
you too much!" He fumbled in his
pocket and drew out Hie ring. "Here,
take this, Flo; wear it, won't you?
And, as soon as 1 can get Mr. Dorentus
in here, I'll put another one on your
finger that'll make us man and wife!"
She took it and tossed it acrc.ss the
studio. It botinded along the floor
"No, thanks, Mr. Bonistelle! You'll
have to excuse me, I'm busy."
"But heavens, Flo, look at the clock!
It's nearly twelve! I have only fifteen
minutes more, Flo! Don't turn me
down! Oh, I want you so, Flodie—
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
"Matrimony seemed largely lnci
dental to Henry Vlll's career."
"1 should call it more axe-idental."
One Year More.
"My but Percy has grown to be a
big hoy. How tall are you, Percy?"
"Just an inch short of being able to
wear father's tennis trousers, but
they'll be all right next summor."—
New York World.
'Father," said the minister's son,
"my teacher says that 'collect' and
'congregate' mean the same thiug. Do
"Perhaps they do, my son," said the
venerable clergyman; "but you may
tell your teacher that there is a vast
difference betwucn a congregation and
a collection."—Christian Register.
"Now. as to tho Balkan situation—'*
"You'll have to excuse me. I'm in
"Why, I was going to sum up tha
situation in two words."
"It can't be done."
Sorry He Spoke.
He (during family quarrel)—I sup-
pose some idiot proposed to you before
She—No, when you did.
The difference between ignorance
and innocence in a woman is that one
or the other is genuine.
"Military courtship must be trying."
"Naturally. It is a sort of court
"Have any luck on your duck shoot-
"Yes. Didn't catch cold this time."
Origin of Crescent.
Professor Ridgeway, in England, ad-
vocated a new view, according to
which the Mohammedans got the idea
of the crescent, not from the new
moon, but from the ancient and long-
continued use in Asia Minor of amu-
lets made by fitting two boars' tusks
together at the base. The figure thus
produced certainly bears a closer re-
semblance to a typical crescent, as it
is represented on the Turkish flag
than does a new moon. The wide dis-
tribution of these amulets, however,
suggests that they may have had a
common origin in some symbol per-
taining to the moon. They are found
as far away as New Guinea, while ln
Africa they are ln common use, made,
however, of lions' claws instead of
Dinners Cooked on Public Street.
In nearly every street of the cities
of Japan there is a public oven, where,
for a small fee, people may have their
" Recalling that 90% of disease results from errors
in diet, then foods properly prescribed by the physi-
cian can justly be said to have curative value."
— Dr. Henry B. Hollen, in The Medical Standard.
One of the errors in the diet of many people is the use of foods robbed of the
vital mineral salts (phosphate of potash, etc.) which are absolutely necessary for proper
balance of body, brain and nerves. The result is a long list of ills, including nervous
prostration, kidney troublo, -onstipation, rickets in children, and so on.
Twenty years age a whole wheat and barley food, containing all the nutriment
of the grain, including the priceless mineral elements, was devised especially to
correct errors in diet. 1 hat food is
It fulfills its mission admirably.
Another physician says:
"Nearly half the year my breakfast consists of a dish
of Grape-Nuts, one or two eggs, or fruit. 1 RECOM-
MEND IT TO MY PATIENTS CONSTANTLY, and
invariably with good results.
This wholesome food not only builds sturdy health and strength, but fortifies the
system against disease. Ready-to-eat, nourishing, economical, delicious
"There's a Reason" for Grape-Nuts
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