The Enid Weekly Wave. (Enid, Okla. Terr.), Vol. 1, No. 53, Ed. 1 Saturday, December 22, 1894 Page: 2 of 8
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biff blue eyes an' dimply cheeks!" and'' iiATTvm'TAY 4 1 I Sll lH** ouinf lied. n«litnd my candl*,
she gathered the aherub to her broad HERtlt vUi^i' * lUJjil and searching behind the bed I soon
hncnm in a lntnncr hncr w hil J s.,.inil <1 ivri.il *211111 f I hull' llll'UUCtl wll Iff I
bosom in a loving- hug while Mabel
sought diligently in her little work-
basket for her missing thimble.
"It it not here. How strange, for I
had it late last night." she said. Then,
a sudden memory came over her. She
added, anxiously: '"HloSBoin, you had
sister's thimble last night. You took
it from my finger. Get it for me now,
that I may mend your pretty white
Blossom trotted from corner to cor-
ner with a puckered brow of grave
perpiexily uud hci rosy thumb, in her
mouth, sure sign of perturbation.
Mabel and Mammy joined in the search,
diligently, but all in vain.
"Oh, dear! the little mischief, she is
always losing some of my thing's,"
sighed Mabel, impatiently. "There
was my gold pen that went so strange-
ly, my tooth brush, dozens of spools of
embroidery silks, and—ever so many
trifles. But she can never remember
what she did with a single thing! She
must have found a crack in the floor
or wall to poke things in. Think now,
pet, with all your might. Where did
you hide sister's thimble?"
Blossom, with her most cherubic air
of innocene", was thinking deeply, and
to some purpose this time,for suddenly,
with a shout of joy like an infantile
Columbus discovering a new America,
j found u round small hole tlirouicU wlileii
. . .-.wir the est had evidently parsed. Then,-
It was drawing toward nine o cm. k ^ are snu to be found in man.,-
of u dull, drizzly evening, and My JU oI(j Iu.,,ision.
. „ „ i ,,ut my mouth to tlie aperture in<i
horse wan leg we u} ■ , •,
f th,. nersons who ouKht spoke softly:
I am one of the pirson. (n 1rnul>l<'
to he president of a society for f |]nll.k ,,f Kur-
in-evenliou of cruelty to animals, and, pHse ilien the voice answered me:
v t.i.i-se was more to he ] •yes. 1 am iu trouble. Who are
vou'.' Where are youV
of course, my horse was more
considered than myself.
I drew rein, before a long, low frame
house, the back buildings of which
seemed to extend indefinitely, and ask-
ed for shelter. 1 had stumbled upon
the right place, for the house was a
tavern, and the stout, red-faced man
who came forth to meet me, was the
landlord. Bed seemed to be a favorite
color with mine host, for bis face w.ih
My name is Hunt Clarendon. 1 nm
here, in the next room. What is the
i..atter'/ How can I aid you?
"Are you my friend?"
"I should rather think sol" I reglieil,
"Forgive me: but I have been tl>"
victim of so much treachery!" and then,
in a low. rapid voice, she told me a
tale which made my blood boil.
John McKiimlo was tile landlord, lie
was this girl's uncle. She was an
red, his hair and eyebrows ditto, and |1(.|mss- ;ln(| at her father's death her
his beard and eyes were determined 'mu.]e im)j |,p0n left her guardian. 11
not to be outdone by anything e'M1' j1;u] ;l S(l!l named Paul
and were more brilliant than the shin-
ing eml of his nose, which, by the \\a\.
had an upward inclination, and resem-
bled a bull-blown flower of the cock-
A negro appeared and led away ni>
horse, and the landlord conducted me
into the bar-room. This was a low-
ceiled. ill-smelling place, the atmos-
phere redolent with the smoke of
scores of pipes, all of which were in
full blast: and rising triumphant over
all other odors, the pungent fumes of
mil this sim
lie determined should be tin- husband
of Viola Shane- Viola was the sweet
prisoner's name. In no other way
could they obtain possession of her
property. Paul had tried his best to
win her, but h<' was extre nel.v repul-
sive to her. and she would have pre-
ferred death to a marriage with liiin.
When her ttneh- found her so deter
mined, he resorted to force. He cir
minted a story that she had gone
North for some time on a visit, anil
then east her into this disused pari of
the building, and kept her a prisoner.
Whom ver she would consent to be-
come Paul's wife, then liberty was
hers. She had been here now nearly
two years, seeing no one hut her uncle
and his brutal son. l-'idele, the cat.
she rushed to the rose-jar
"Indat -evvsing- in dert!" she lisped, VI>1'V tout whisky assailed my nose.
joyfully, and boldly oveturned the 111,4 on'-v Pl*iasni1* 011 i
LA room was ail immense woodhio 011 a
pot-pourri upon the floor. , ,,Ump hpal.tll and wh,,n ono has rid
Oh, the flood of sweetness, the sum- (ll>|1 flftv u,||,,s ov,.,. execrable roads
mer-time perfume in the wintry air as rhe Old Dominion, in the month of
the spices and withered roses poured in November, lie knows how to appreciate imd found her out. and liad been her
reckless waste upon the warm carpet! ■ a tire. 'sole source of comfort.
Aery of dismay rose from Mabel's lips, The men gathered round the tire j assuivd her of speedy release, and
but Mammy and Blossom were already ! were even rougher looking than ordin- set. myself to work to aecoinplisli it.
, . * nrv country tavern loungers, and when There was no door between the loom
on their knees scattering• the ti.eV .w-h aid «11 r.M.. v.-<, I occupied and Her prison, but the
mass and bringing to light all the lost th(>u. p)p(,s .1U(, favom| m(. with a walls were old and rotten, and Willi
treasures. I 1)r0i0I1geii stare. , the help of my knife, the poker and the
Probably they did not often see tire shovel, I succeeded In prying off a
strangers, and were disposed to make portion of the parti (ion. It was slow
the most of this opportunity, for Unix- work, lmt by diligence I soon made a
And suddenly Mabel saw in Mam-
my's fat black hand a square, cream-
tinted envelope, sealed with pale-blue
wax, and on the back her own name in
Arthur's writing: Miss Mabel Langley
"Oh, my Lor' Almighty, dat lost let-
ter! Da's wliar she done hid it, dat
little mischief!" the old woman was
half sobbing when Mabel caught it
from her hand.
She thought at first that it was one
of Arthur's old love letters, but sud-
el was a long way off from the traitie
routes, and 1 had been led thither by
a summons from my aunt. Catherine
Axieli my sole remaining relative, who
was lying at the point of death, in a
mountain village twenty miles farther
By the time I got thawed, suppei
was announced. Hot corn pome, corn
bread, broiled beef, eggs and bacon,
coffee, and cold venison pie. I ate
heartily, smoked*a cigar, for I am sor-
thrust her tiny
dimpled hands into
the great china
rose jar, and shook
out a jjust of sum-
^ mory fragrance,
j ^ though outside the
winter wind was
raging wildly, and
piling the fleecy
\snov7 into deep
MDon't spill the pot-pourri, my pet!
murmured a sweet, sad voice.
It was IUonsoiu's sis er. blue-eyed
Mabel, who sat sewing by a dim light
and a dying fire sewing furtively on a
white dress for a cheap doll hidden
nnder her apron, for to-morrow would
be Christina*, and the poc V gift must
go into Blossom's little led stocking
hanging yonder with that pathetic daru
in the tiny heel,
They were alone in the world, these
two, ami Mabel was fighting the battle
of iife for both, with a brave heart but
failing h pe.for alas! encumbered with
the care of the 4-year-old eldld. then
was so little she could do to keep the
grim wolf of poverty away from the
Only, two years ago they had been
the petted daughters of a rich mer-
chant, but failing in business, he had
died of the shock, and his delicate
wife had M>on followed him to the
IS very thing was sold to satisfy the
clamorous c red itors.
Of all the splendors and luxuries of
their old home nothing remained to the
orphans but the beautiful china vase of
pot jxnirri of which Arthur and Mabel
had gathered the roses that summer
when the? were betrothed.
happiness that golden summer when
they had gathered the roses to lill the
china jar. and kissed each other so
often beneath the bending foliage.
Later on. in winter weather, they had
quarreled, because Mabel was dis-
pleased at Arthur s flirting with a cold
coquette. So the sweet idyl of love came
to a sudden end, and Arthur devoted
himself to the girls that Mabel despised
the most. She did not seem to care,
although she favored none of her other
suitors, but smiled on all alike. Her
mamma did not allow her to take ref-
uge, like Arthur, in reckless flirting.
"A young girl should be as pure as a
white rosebud. The virgin dew of in-
noeenee should not be brushed from
her heart by idle flirtations. Let her
keep her love looks and her lurart
smiles for her husband/* said the wise j
And therein lay the gist of the lover's !
Arthur had flirted and Mabel had !
taken him to task.
He was so handsome and so rich that
women kept angling for him even after
liis engagement was announced, and j
his easy masculine vanity soon drew 1
him into a coquette's toils. He looked
love into her wooing eyes and kissed
her hand because she tempted him. '
He knew lie was in the wrong, but lie
waxed angry at Mabel's naive lectures.
"Mamma says a male flirt is even
more despicable than a female one.and
that a truly noble man will not stoop
to pain a woman's heart i lerely to
gratify his silly vanity. And an en-
gaged man is almost the same as u
married man. Mamma says he has no
lint her timid arguments were inter-
rupted by Arthur's angry retort:
••See here, Mabel, you're beginning
to quote my mother-in-law to me too
soon, and 1 tell you plu.nly I won't
stand it now, nor after I'm married,
her old love. He might be dead or
married—married to that sweetheart
he had boasted *i e could find, as pret-
ty as Mabel and not so jealous."
Mabel had tried—oh. so hard! -to put
fickle Arthur out of her thoughts, but,
alas, when Blossom's restless fingers
would stir the pot-pourri into perfume,
the ghost of that dead summer and
that lost love would come out from the
withered rose leaves and pull at Ma-
bel's heart-strings with relentless
While Mabel wept on her folded
hands, the restless little Blossom,
ever intent on childish mischief, came
and leaned against her knee, abstract-
ed the tiny silver thimble from her
finger, and trotted back to dabble in
the rose leaves again until she was
presently put to bed after drowsily
murmuring her baby prayer, * Xow I
lay me down to sleep.1'
Then Mabel knelt to pray also, and
to her nightly petition she added, as
often before: "liod bless Arthur,
wherever ht> may be, and give him a
happy life. Amen."
" # * « * *
The joyous Christmas morning
dawned with dazzling sunshine on the
bright, new fallen snow, and Blossom
was very happy with the new doll and
sugar plums in her red stocking, but
for sw eet Mabel there was no Christ-
mas token, although in former years
the festal season had showered her
with gifts. With deft fingers she pre-
pared their simple breakfast of tea and
toast, and just as they finished eating
their laundress entered.
She was a sunny tempered old negro
woman, once Blossom's loving nurse,
and since then she had insisted on do-
ing their small wash, charging only a
nominal sum. such as she knew Mabel
could afford to pay.
Blossom laughed with delight over
the big yellow orange Mammy gave
her, then the old woman opened her
neirt basket and brought out the :mowy
denly she saw that the seal was un- ; j y to say that I am a victim ofthe
broken, and cried, tremblingly: j habit of smoking, and then I signified
"Mammy. Mammy, how came thi:
here? When—how " her voice i
broke in a sob. and the old woman
••'Taint nothin' important, is it, Miss-
Mabel, honey? 'Cause, how, maybe
I've been wrong that I never tole you
'bout it sooner! Dot letter —I'd know-
it ag'in any whares—kem to our house 1
the day of poo' mar's fun'el. darlin', I
and I jest lay it down in you' room I
a'tendin' to gib it ter you bimeby i
when you come up stairs from crying !
ober de corpse. 'Peared lak I jest |
turned round and dat letter was gone. !
Blossom, she was a-stanin' close to de
fire, an' I t'ouht she done took en burn
it up. l'se feared you'd be mad 'bout ,
it, so I neber telled you; and when de i
nigger kem dat ebenin' for de answer.
to mine host my readiness for bed.
While waiting in the hall for cham-
ber candles to be brought, I over-
heard a brief consultation between the
landlord and an old. sinister-faced fe-
What 1 heard was not much, yet
still sufficient to rouse for the moment
"You're never going to pnr him in
that part of the building?** said the
woman, in a tone of evident dismay.
'Can't do any other ways." said the
landlord; "this confounded eoitrt has
filled every room. No danger; she is
The woman said something more
which I did not understand, and then
the landlord came to take me to my
We met his son on the landing, light
Ing up another party. I sh wild have
i«*eognized the young man by his I ke
I telled him tliar wasn't none. Oh, dat ne* - to his father—only, if anything,
little mischief, she done hid it in de there was more of rhe brute about the
rose-jar all dis time!" vounger man. I had never him
Vf xi before, and yet f would not have liked
Oh, Mammy, Mammv. yours t i i r , ,
, . t« meet linn in a lonely place if 1 had
wrecked my life. Ill never forgive j ,malwli ;md jKrfsetw.H, of any >,d-
yoii—never.neverr wailed Mubel.as she j U!,l,l. s. He sloped liis fiither. and
broke the seal of the dear letter whose j spoke t him in a low voice. Perhaps
secret the old rose-jar had kept those It was my Imagination, but f thought
"t o\'r spin, rin roi-pot nut. my t't i.
That was almost three years ag«
now. and to-night, as the wild w inter
winds shrieked through the lea ties*
trees ami the blinding snow whirled
"Vou can never marrv me unless von I .
clianire wmr tii'lde wavsl" Hashed Ma- trani.e-its so daintily laundered, ex.
l.el, indignantly, ami Arthur, n .t lobe j plulnlng volubly:
"Very well. Miss Miller. I enn soon j
find another sweetheart as pretty as
you are. and perhaps not so jealous! |
Mabel's blue eye. flashed with anger. ;
and tossing her beautiful golden head.
she threw his diamond ring disdain- j
fully at Ills feet. Arthur picked it up
with a reproachful glance from his
large, dark eyes, bowed scornfully, i
and went aw ay. After that they never
spoke as they passed by.
But, in spite of their outward pride I
and alienation, they had loved too
' tenderly and truly to change at heart, j
| and each cherished a secret hope of i
reconciliation. She thought that i
Arthur Mould repent and own his
fault; he believed that Mabel would
repent and call him back.
But in one brief month her father
i died, and the heart-broken wifequickly
followed her husband to the better
Mabel and little Blossom were left
all alone in the cold world. Hiches
took wings, ami friends forsook the;
two long weary years.
And under date of two years ago,
Arthur had written in a passion of
love and remorse and tenderness:
"My Darling Mabel: I was in the
wrong, froin first to last. Will you
forgive me. and makeup our dreadfu,
"I have never been happy one
moment since we parted. I will Dever
flirt again if you will take me back
again, my darling.
"My heart aches for yon in your loss
and sorrow, my own sweet love, but 1
will love you enough to make np for
everything when once you are my dar-
ling wife. Blossom shall be my little
sister. Send me one word, my Mabel,
to put me out of my misery and bid me
come to you! Your Arthur."
She turned on the old black woman,
her blue eyes haggard with despair.
"The letter was from Arthur.to make
lip our quarrel," she cried. "You
knew all about it. then, how we loved
each other and how we parted. Hut
now it is too late, forever too late!"
and she fell sobbing, with her lovely
face against the withered roses of that.
he was remonstrating with him.
Hie old man laughed mockingly, ami
we passed on.
lie letl me a long way from the main
part of the house fnfo a wing of the
building, which witn fast, falling into,
Ar the first door he stopped and ap-
plied a rusty key to the stffl rustier
lock. The room into which we had
entered had nice been well fil.alslied.
but now the mrjret was in rag<, dust
had settled everywhere, and the lire
which had b«*en kindled on the fourth
had tilled the whole placi with .-/noke
it its frantic effort* for life, ami then
gone out entirely.
Hie landlord punched the Wtekmeil
logs with the poker, and sw u*o nn oath
«u two over the situation, and then
a | ologized nie iu a rude wuy for
the lack of convenien**es in my quar-
"Court's a settin' here now." said he.
•and we've got the lawyers. nd all
that kind of trash. Hope yon'M lie com-
fortable. captain, though the room has
noi been used no great deal lately.
Been given over to the ra's and the
ghosts. Hope you ain's afraid of
ghosts?" and he nudged me facetious
I assured him that I stood in no awe
of shadowy visitants, ami he bade m<
>lden summer when she and Arthur good night. I was tired ami sleepy, fever, or, to put it iu other words.
| had been happy together.
j So black Mammy, with a sob of dis-
I may. rushed from the room, and Blos-
1 som crouched over the scattered pot
| pourri in round eyed amazement.
:ind 1 did not investigate the eapabili
ti««s of my apartment. 1 th *ew off my
hoots and coat and tumbled into bed.
rightly judging that though :nv other
garments were soiled they would i;ot
injure the still dirtier bed clothes. My
space large enough for Viola to squeeze
through, and 1 am happy to say that
her face was quite as sweet as her
My plan for her rescue was a reck-
less one; but 1 was rather a bold fel-
low. I suppose, and I would have dared
death in any form to win a smile from
lips like hers.
Vic« r, my horse, was a thoroughbred,
and tough as whalebone. He had had
a hard day's work, but I was not afraid
to trust htm for twenty miles more,
and I meant to take Viola behind me
and ride to Beeelicliir the residence of
my Aunt Catherine that verj night.
f winpiicd one of the blankets from
the bed around Viola, and lifting her
in my arms, for she was so weak and
frightened slu could scarcely stand.
I stole softly down the stairs.
As I nenred the lower floor, a board
creaked. Vou have probably noticed
that boards have that peculiarity when
stillness is greatly desired.
"What the devil is that?" (ried the
hoarse voice of the landlord from a
room close by.
••Nothing, sirr* returned I. cheerfully.
"It is only I Mr. Clarendon. I • bought
my horse was loose 1 heard a noise
• \o need to trouble yours If. strang
r. My hostler knows his bi/aiess."
"All right." said 1: "sorry I dl*turl>e l
you!' and so r was.
I went on down the stairs, and foun I
rlie outer door s<vured only by a wood
mi bar. This made no noise In remov-
ing: Another moment and I sto«*l with
my terrified charge under the frosty
I sought *he stables, formtl Victor,
saddhtl hinu mounted ami held the
girl before me. for she was so fright-
ened. F dare not trust her to hold fast
We had not risen a dozen yards when
r saw lights flashing out of the windows
nf the old hotel, and beard shouts of
anger ami dismay. I knew our escape
was discovered, aud ugpd Victor on for
our fives. I heanl the discharge of
lire a ruts-oner a bullet whistled near
my ear but C trusted to my good
horse's speed, and not iu vain.
We escaped, and reaclml B'-echclifT
just T>efore daybreak. Aud. !s st of
all. I found Aunt Kate much better
in fact, speedily convalescing.
Viola was ill for a w«>ek. but care
and good nursing som brought her up.
Why. I made love to her and married
her. ami felt no remorse over the blight
•ti hopes of Paul Melvm/.ie.
As for the MeKinzies. we were cheat-
ed out of our revenge on them, for they
left the country, and were not heard of
A of Siiti<1 i*ii Hiiitu*.
"One of the queer things of life."
says the sharp observer, "is the way iu
which men's wishes will control their
Inidily health. I stopped not louu ago
at a farm house in the Maine woods re-
gion. where the occupant had a mineral
Mabel alternately kissed and wept bones ached from the effects of my
miong t he lonely streets, little Blossom orphans. With a few dollars, and the
stirred the rose leaves iu the old china «dd china rose-jar. they removed to a
jar. and th the summery gust of i limbic room thc\ had rented in the
perfume, old memories rose to ! ottagc of a poor widow. I here, for a
flood tide in Mabel's tortured heart.
* it tie while. Mabel half hoped for
Arthur's coining. Surely, if he had
Where wa* Art h:.: .icw when his beau- ever loved her. he would throw pride
tifui young love was so lonely and i t ithe winds and come to her now.
friendless in the cruel woi . I. her slight \ hen she was kO poor, and sail, ami
form too thinly clad for the wintry
cold, her check too wen from lack of
f*.Hsl? Was iie dead, or faNeV
Alas, thej had quarreled bitterly,
the headstrong young lovers!
But a* Viabcl wept so heart-brokenly
jiow, she thought less of their bitter
4|u irei ami of their love and
But the long moptlis came and went
without n sign from ihur. and it
w as more than two years now since
tlu o angrv parting. She seldom w ent
out, sue did not read the newspaper*
fell* vt«*i too busy and t«s> |Hs r *o she
did not evea know what had become of
"my rumors maui i
Miss Mabel, honey, dese ycre white j
ap'orns uv Blossom's done wared so j
threadbar*. dat I tored a snag in o.ie 1
sleeve, honey. I's might\ sorry, but 1
midden' help it to sain* nn life, tie nrti- I
liu is so ole and thin. But, darlir\ j
you git yo' needle right off an' tlx it
afore Blossom puts hit on. cause |
vou know ef she spy dat leetle snag. !
she gwine to poke her sassy leetle
thumb in it shore, and tyar dat hole
over the letter all day long, but in the
early gloaming she heard a manly
footstep inside the room.
•Miss Mabel, honey, I done fetch
him back to you, darlinY' sobbed a
voice outside the door, and the girl
sprang to her feet in bewilderment.
A pair of tender arms clasped her to
a warm, manly breast, dark, glorious
eyes beamed love into her own. fond
lips clung yearningly to hers, and Ar-
thur Kurle breathed, with deep emo-
"My precious Mabel, we must for-
give Mammy and Blossom their share
in our long separation, for we both
have suffered so deeply that our re-
union is all the more sweet and thrill-
ing! No more sadness and loneliness
for us, Mabel, darling. This is the
Not HU K*irular Tlin* Yet.
heap bigger in a inbuilt! Ah. yon most joyous Christmas of my life, and
sp ilt little pivrloiis." Hpnstmptii/lng ( to-morrow you shall be iny worshiped
Blossom, "you needn't shake dem
yaller curls at me. cause you knows
dat yo' ole brack Mammy is tell In*
de gospel truth ou you! Vou always
w as a doing of some mischief ebber
senco you was lnirn, dough you do
look/ like a hcbbenly angel wid dciu
rough ride over the ill-kept road.
last I fell asleep und was dreaming of
falling over a precipice thousands of
feet bigll ill the Bed sea. when gome
tiling aroused me suddenly. 1 sat up in
d and felt for iny pistol. All right.
But there was nothing to tire at. The
moon had risen it was on its last
quarter now. and gave very little light, that was
but I could see every object in the man, and
room distinctly Nothing was amiss.
i began to fool ashamed of myself, and
ay down again.
'presently there was a faint rustling
sound at the head of my bed and then
I heard the sweetest voice in all the
world call faintly
And then something white ghdisl
across the floor of my chamber, and
disappeared under the bed
And then the same swe t voice-it
was full of tears now exclaimed:
• oh, my poor little I'ideU^ Would
o heaven you could understand the
ucisi of your unhappy mistress, and
send some one to her resell !"
And then followed a sound of sup
firm ls'lief that precious metals existed
in the ledges of bis laud. On other
subjects he was in feeble health, but
say gold or silver to him aud he was-
ready for any amount of exertion. The
wonlplle was scant and the housewife
had to do both I lie chopping and bring-
ing in the wood. The man. when re-
quested for au armful of wood, la
guidl.v excusod himself hecausi
weak to comply. But witldn lea itiin^
utes of the refusal, lie went a half mile
over rough land and brought to th«
house a rock supposed to contain ere.
heavy load for a strong
iMiied none the witxrae fur
it." l.ewiston (Me.) Journal.
fjon. Sir Kvi'lyn Wood, iu tils ivniin
Iscenctw of the Crinvn Iu ls.'i4 and 1S!M.
tells a story ot a lighting Kimwal, ivho,
during the I'onfllo!, was si -n wherever
bullets fell must thickly. When not
visible his voice whs beam eneoutaaing
his men witli "a vocabulary borrowed
from 'the army lu Flanders,' " which
Sir Kvelvn says will not bear repeli
"Wars after by was appointed to
pressed Rubbing, mingled with the loud
Teacher (In mission Sunday School) | purr and the occasional mewing of a
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eml yet taken up Ills command'.'' Yea,
your majesty,' was the apt roply, 'li"
swore himself In ywiterdny,'
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Isenberg, J. L. The Enid Weekly Wave. (Enid, Okla. Terr.), Vol. 1, No. 53, Ed. 1 Saturday, December 22, 1894, newspaper, December 22, 1894; Enid, Oklahoma. (gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc111578/m1/2/: accessed February 21, 2019), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.