The Advance--Democrat (Stillwater, Okla.), Vol. 23, No. 42, Ed. 1 Thursday, July 2, 1914 Page: 2 of 8
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sb* i/iiutlr* figure, all alike
•<-fjart of toy own. I would
betlare/}, rio^i for !♦,»• wltn
owo ay* * that each similarity waa jot-
slble Krar. though fortified with a.ad
dao Lnp/►*»1on that *bl* •«* the man
for whom mademoiselle bad mlriakan
turn, ibe a/tual raaettiblaAca tat n't
startling, a» to lea re me rolc*l*»a We
would bare {/aat<-d for each other any-
where, and ye» a* I ala red at him.
Meeting bia aye* fairly, I per* aired a
difference, faint, elusive, yet notice
able enough hi* akin ahowad rnarka
of dissipation, there w»* a been liar In
aolent anaar to hie month, and he
niuit fete older than I by Are year* My
rnlnd aeamed to grip all tbla In a flash,
before hla voice brofcd tlM silence.
"Odd* life, Man? and what's tbla!"
he roared "Some play acting, or a
dream? Never before did I know |
waa horn a twin Who are you1"'
The look on hla fa* *;, aa If be half
suspected be aaw a ghoat, Made me
smile.
"My name la Hayward Joseph Hay
ward"
He gaaped for breath, hla aye* fairly
{/intruding, a* he staggered to hla feet.
"What? Hay that again1"
I had full control of rnyaelf now,
rather enjoying hi* consternation
"I mm J<Mteph Hayward," I answered
with grave deliberation. "An <-nalgri
.In the United Htatea army, and a na-
tive of Maryland "
"Wall, I he hanged | Hay; do you
know that a my name alao? la thla
mount slut It by Joke?"
There waa a gleam of anger In hla
•yaa, a threat, I leaned on my rifle,
and looked him In the face
’ I wa* better prepared for thla meet
Ing than you." I *ald, "for I happen to
know who you are It's an odd thing,
our reaemhlanru, and the alinllarlty of
narmw, but I wa* told about you aome
time ago"
"liy whom?"
"Mademoiselle IVAuvray "
"Who? I never met oh, her!" with
a quick laugh, "you mean the Wyan
dot mla*loiiary ?"
"I mean the daughter of Captain
IfAuvray," I returned with aorne stern
neaa. "The man the Indiana call ‘Wa
pa tee tah * Hbe mistook me for you."
"And wait not very dice about It I
Imagine the little vlien will *caroa
give rne a word '*
1‘oaalhly with reason"
Hhe told you #o? Hhe might be In
better tmattine* than advertising my
delinquencies among enemies The
girl haa Just enough white blood In
her to make her act the fool."
"We may differ about that. Anyhow
I advise you to hold your tongue. What
I am Interested In learning now la •
who ktlled her father?"
He started hack, bracing hlmnelf
against the wall
"liar rattier I D'Auvray? la he dead
* ben ?"
Ha waa not acting; the a
real, the egprceslod of hi
Vlfir**d rae
a cMftf
and
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He laughed uneasily,
odd* 1
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altios.
plz yed.
but I
kaifti of
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worker with these sat
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JMbd hi#
afraid of ber; they this
as a
whip
to driTe
work miracles. Saint j
>b!
:ag bis po-
lo
Is a wonder
sa; they are
er cross will
: s! I would
me than all the
you m« a a
Arrow thick
of Coca-Cola.
REAL LIFE IN THE COUNTRY
Fact Is Shown by Man’s Eagerness to
Escape From Congestion of
the Crowded City.
J*|s|
ibt of
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rumor.
'Me dirty trick,
ns me—swore
s! That waa a
haa ever since
i truth It la not much ot
i f/Auvray had the f*
Wyandot squama tor •
I and Pl/.asd that's hi
vengeance. Halm I/ec
year ago, and ITcaud
t>een In bis own country. T waa the
coming of war that brought him hack.
I thought I saw hint at Kandusky as
i we held council there, but bis preaeare
: waa nothing to rne"
"He had no quarrel with you, then?"
"No; I aaw him whipped; he waa
! like a snarling cur. Listen, and I'lJ
tell all I know. J am not proud of my
i job, understand, but out here In the
w)ld* rM-»s, we work under a double
• set of orders—one op*-n and above
j board, the other secret 'T 1* poor
j work for a aoldler, but there's no help
for It, ex* ept to resign, and then some
one else would turn the trick. You
know the game we play -our countries
•> ’ i-* ■>■ *- 'hi* land tonnully surren
dered to you Americans, and yet there
comes to us - to Hamilton private In-
structions to retard settlement, and re-
tain our military posts. Lord knows
what the ministry means, what they
hope to gain by delay; we are only
kill
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Tha Man Continued to 8tare at Me.
pawns In ths game being played, yet
what Krigland says, we do. Yet how?
There Is only ono weapon left to our
hands the savagoa. We cannot tight
you openly, much aa we might prefer,
but If we can keep the Indian tribes
hostile, we can hold back your settle-
meitU to the Ohio, until Kngland can
act openly. You knew all thla?"
"Yes," I acknowledged "The policy
Is clear enough"
"And It was easily enough carried
art.
he
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tribes.
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"Partly that," with a chuckle. "He
knew not where the mmix waa, only
that I had him safe"
And by means of this lie you de-
liberately plotted to ravage the fron-
tier with Indian outrage," I exclaimed
indignantly,
"Nay, not no fast friend,’" bis eyes
hardening with anger. " *T »as war;
we but obeyed the orders that came
from Kngland; made use of the
weapons at hand"
"I care nothing for the excuse. There
waa no war, and It was murder. Don’t
call me friend! I am no friend of
yours. Though you may be of my own
blood, of my own name, the act was
murder—foul, treacherous murder.
Yes! I wish I had left you to rot there
In that hole.”
He wa* on his feet, his face flaming
with pasMion, but I flung forward my
rifle.
"Ay! I mean It, Joseph Hayward, If
♦hat he your name," I went on, coldly
enough now. "And I would say the
same to Hamilton If he were here.
Htand where you are, or I will kill you
as I would a mad cur. Only a fiend
would boast of such an act of treach-
ery. Now go on, and tell me the rest
I want no lie, but the truth—how did
D'Auvray meet hla death?"
He stood glaring at me over the rifle
barrel, his hands gripping In desire
yet knowing well that aDy hostile
movement meant death.
"Hanged If I’ll tell you!”
“Then you die where you are, you
dog," and I meant It. "You have said
enough already to condemn you. I be-
lieve you killed D'Auvray."
“I did not." he burst forth. "I did
not even know he was dead. I am not
afraid of you, or your threats, but
will tell you what occurred here. I'm
ready enough, aa you will discover yet,
to answer for whatever I do, but I am
not going to bear the blame for the
dastard act of another. I was friendly
enough with D'Auvray, even If I did
seek to trick him In this matter. There
was no Intent to take hla life."
"Well then, go on."
"I held him prisoner here," he said
sulkily, "although there was no vio-
lence or threat. The man did not even
realise be was under guard, yet I saw
to It that he retained no arms, and waa
never out of my sight. 'T waa my or-
ders to hold him quiet until I had mes-
sage from Hamilton. He suspected
nothing, and there was no trouble; not
so much as a word of controversy be-
tween us. Once a day I made circuit
of the Island to assure myself we were
alone. Occasionally he went with me,
but the last time I left him In the
cabin asleep. It was dusk when I re-
turned; I had seen nothing suspicious,
and was care lees I remember ap-
proaching the rear door, without
thought of danger. I must have passed
the opening of the cave here, when
suddenly I was struck down from be-
hind. 1 saw nothing, beard nothing of
my assailant. When I returned to
i lying here. That
“Could the »are a mac from the tor-
ture, the stake?"
"She baa done It; ay! I saw It done,
and St took some courage. But she
might fall with these renegades. Who
Is the man?"
"Brady; the scout who accompanied
me"
"I know of the fellow; she would
have small chance of saving him." He
paused, then asked suddenly: "What
about me? Am I a prisoner, or free to
go? Do you absolve me of murder?"
“Of killing D'Auvray—yes. But your
hands are bloody enough without that
crime.”
"Then I may go my way?”
"To more treachery? To those In-
dians to report my presence here?”
"No, I swear—"
"I accept no pledge from you. You
say 't is already war on the border;
then I will act accordingly. We will
wait here until she comes.”
"She! Not Mademoiselle D’Auvray.”
"Yes," I answered tersely. "Mad-
emoiselle D’Auvray.”
CHAPTER XVII.
An Effort to 8ave Brady.
The night had closed down without,
but the remnants of fire still eating
away the dry logs of the cabin, yield-
ed a red tinge to the Interior of the
cellar. It was a spectral, eery , light,
brightening as some breeze fanned
the flames, and then as suddenly laps-
ing Into dimness. Yet sufficient glow
found way down the entrance to en-
able me to see my prisoner, and ob-
serve his movements.
A descending figure blotted out the
red glare of the entrance. We both
stared upward unable to decide who
the visitor might be; I could perceive
merely a dim, Indistinct outline. The
smudge of a figure descended quietly,
yet with evident confidence that the
dark cellar was deeerted. I attempt-
ed to step back, so as not to be be-
tween the two, but something rattled
under my foot, sounding loud In the
silence. The Intruder stopped Instant-
ly, drawing a quick breath of surprise.
"Who Is here? Answer!" There
was the sharp click of a gun lock; the
words were French, the voice unmis-
takable.
“Hayward, mademoiselle."
She laughed in sudden relief.
"Peste! You startled me! How
came you out here, monsieur?”
The smoke of the burning cabin
drove me out; else I should have suf-
focated. I burst open the door."
"Burst It open!" Incredulously.
Then It was not barred? Some one
had entered from this end."
"So I discovered, mademoiselle; one
of them Is here with me—an old ac-
quaintance of yours.”
"Of mine!"
"Ay! Step out Into the cave so the
light can And entrance; now. do you
know the man?"
(TO BE OONmVUKD.)
Why fs it that railway magnates,
presidents of banks and beads of great
enterprise# who must perforce do
business in cities, almost all try to
have homes on farms in the country,
where they develop soils, plant crops
and breed animals? It Is because there
is wearisome monotony in piled up
brick and stone. There is confusion
in crowded streets and clanging trol-
ley cars and bot smoky railways.
These things man has made, and they
are needful, but they are not life, much
as the farm boy may imagine them to
be.
Life is in the open country. Life is
in the growing grass, the waving fields
of wheat, the springing corn. Life is
in the trees and birds, life is in the
developing animals of the farm.
Any man who works with the land,
who feeds a field and watches the re-
sult, gains a real fundamental know-
ledge of the underlying foundation on J
which rests all our civilization. It j
j makes him a sober man, a thoughtful
man, a reverent man, and if he experi-
ments wisely a hopeful optimist. Life
is where things are born and live ana ’
grow. On the farm is real life.—Breed-
er’s Gazette.
Searching Criticism.
Five-year-old Herbert, scion of a
bookish family, had learned to read
so early and so readily that bis first
glimpses of storyland were growing
hazy in his memory. One day he con-
fided to bis mother. "Ruthie showed
me her new book today, and It’s the
queerest thing you ever saw! Why,
It just saya, ‘Is It a dog? It is a dog.
Can the dog run?' and a lot of things #
like that! ’Course I was too polite to
say so, but it didn't seem to me the
style was a bit juicy!—Lippincott’s.
Hard to Explain.
“Henry, how does it happen that you
came in at four o’clock this morning?”
“My dear, don't ask me how any-
thing happened after 12 o'clock last
night, because I don't know.”
Throw Away
your complexion troubles with your
powder puff — no need of either
when you use pure, harmless
Face
Pomade
“The ALL DAY BEAUTY POWDER”
At all dealers of by mail 50c.
Zona Co., Wichita, Kansas.
Public Opinion.
People say how strong public opin-
ion is; and, indeed, it is strong while j
it is in its prime. In its childhood
and old age it is as weak as any other
organism. I try to make my own
work belong to the youth of public j
opinion. The history of the world Is j
the record of the weakness, frailty
and death of public opinion, as geol-
ogy is the record of the decay of those
bodily organisms in which public opin-
ions have found material expression
—Samuel Butler.
Idle Thoughts.
‘‘■Why are you watching that fly so
Intently?” I
“I was just wondering If men will
ever be able to tango up and down
the walls like that. Wouldn't It be
fine?”—Pittsburgh Post.
|35 BUMS PER ACRE I
was the yield of WHEAT
many farm* in
xada in
yields
Western Canada in
1
§
1913, ______ .
being reported u
bigh u 50 buehela
per acre. As high
as 100 bushels were
recorded in some
districts for oats,
50 beasbeU for barley and
from 10 to 20 bus. for flax.
J. Keys arrived in the
country 5 years ago from
Denmark with very little
means. He homesteaded,
worked hard, is now the
owner of 320 acres of land, 1
in 1913 had a crop of 200
Ssf'
m
Of Course.
Hez—How is Farmer CawntoBsel
getting along planting his wheat?
Silas—Oh, just sow sow.
acres, which will realize him
about 54,000. His wheat .
weighed 68 lb*, to the bushel1
and averaged over 85 buehel*
to the acre.
Thousands of similar In-
stances might be related of the 1
homesteaders in Manitoba, Sas- I
katchewan and Alberta.
The crop of 1913 was an abun-'
dant one everywhere in Western |
Canada.
Ask for descriptive literature and
reduced railway rates. Apply to
Superintendent of Immigration.
Ottawa. Canada, or
G. A. COOK,
til ■. M ITXEFT, UMSAS CtTT, ML
Canadian Government Agent
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Picnic Specialties
Tlie picnic is incomplete without Libby’s good things
lo tsh Ready to
bis* and bother. There
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thinking
terra pled by amt arrival at tha cabin.
Bit of First Aid.
In cases of shock and collapse It I
may be advisable In certain cases !
where collapse Is imminent to admin- 1
later a little stimulant In the shape of J
brandy and water, but It baa to be j
noted that the use of alcohol under |
such circumstance* must bs carefully j
carried out. Inasmuch aa la certain j
caaea (aa In ipoplsijr, for etamploi j
the administration of alcohol la caico* 1
la ted to prove highly injurious.
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Get acquainted with th
Veal Loaf Pickles
her of Libby Luncheon specialties at
grocer’s.
Deviled Ham
/Mt,f M
DMr'i
Olives
Libby, McNeill a Libbj
Chicago
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