The Tulsa Chief. (Tulsa, Okla.), Vol. 19, No. 43, Ed. 1 Tuesday, January 4, 1910 Page: 2 of 8
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The Tulsa Chief
O. W. Henry, Ed. tt Pub.
TULSA,
OK LA.
Cotton is again
him- of tbe south.
ou his throne us
Indian summer's absence makes the
heart grow fonder.
That mine disaster was Just about
ax bad as |>ossible.
"Does fanning pay?" asks a Maine
newspaper. If it pays in Maine it will
tPay anywhere.
tt has been decided officially that
JJEtarka are white, even if they do not
always ar t It.
Since there are so many excellent
causes to die In, football is not worth
anybody's death.
Death has claimed- the sauerkraut
king ami It Is proper that briny tears
should flow for him.
The pole dash game has been In
vented. The dashes must represent
•be unprintable words.
Calamities from unavoidable causes
a/e pathetic; calamities from avoid
able causes arc criminal.
\ Merry-go-ron. Is nre unpopular In
Health America, where they are trying
to get over the revolutionary haldt.
The new society for the study and
prevention of Infant mortality Is wel-
come in tho long list of worth while
(itsflfullnr.s.
“Come into our store nnd have a
M,” reads a local tnllor's ad. We sup-
P«*e the "fit” takes place when the
WH In presented.
T*test In 'the lino of Inventions Is
*■ automobile equipped as an aero
plane destroyer. The automobile lias
moms reason to feel resentful.
Tbe Denver scientist who says llm
burger cheese will cure cuucer must
believe those cancer germs have a
ae»*e of smell well developed.
Bitting In Nome, a United States
Judge Is conducting a case In Senttle.
Aa the distance Is 2,000 miles, the trial
cannot help being long drawn out.
Dr. Uillls la perfectly safe In nink
—K prophecies to be fulfilled In the
iraeur 3909, as few of us who hang upon
M» wards will bo here nt that time.
Kmperor William Is satisfied to let
'tfce Wright brothers he monarclis ol
•Uhe air. If he can be lord of the land
and ot the seas that will be enough
for him.
Street dust kills 25 per cent, of
thtpee that briathe It, but if they did
nJt breathe the dust they Would pick
up germs, and it's all the same in the
J«mr run.
'la apite of their' recent rise, eggs
«r» not ashamed to be seen In com-
pany with the humble linni. If anyone
•dll has the requisite price for bring-
ing them together.
Considering that newspapers nre
published In 27 languages In tills coun-
•try—a fact not generally known—why
•Wouldn't the exchange editor have an
increase of salary?
A New Jersey institution for the
.prevention of tuberculosis lias beeu
-named a “preventorium." The Eng-
ttsb language, as well as tho human
..body, needs defenders.
ft la said that the society belles ot
dt. Petersburg nre angry over the situ-
avion In Finland, since the officers
who figure largely In social affairs
will now have to leave with their
trwopa for the recalcitrant ducliy and
(lawirable partners will he lacking In
court-circle dances. This Is snd, but
hardly the most tragic circumstances
wbirli will arise from the situation.
Two hankers in New York have
been sentenced to prison for taking
money for their o« n use from a sav-
ings association of which they were
officials. In sentencing them the
judge said they were simply plain
thieves. There Is n great deal In a
name when It Is used In tills blunt
fashion, for it strips much of the
'Illusion from 111 doing.
A New York man Is suing his wife
for separation because he says she
•fayed out at night and left him to
mind the children and make the beds.
The masculine marital worm Is begin-
ning to turn, hut the high French heel
mt modern femininity is set so firmly
an the writhing Insect that It Is
doubtful If the turn will amount to
much more than a frantic but fugi-
tive squirm.
A Roman paper says that negotia-
■ lions are going on, on the part of the
American government, for the sale of
a. house "destined to be the seat of
the Ameriean embassy." Perhaps the
■fate department is trying to llnd a
bome for its now ambassador, merely
an a convents nee to him, so that It
May be ready when he reaches Home.
Not tt is not buying the house on Its
am* account.
jay
ROBERT
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SYNOPSIS.
Tilt Htoiv
I'Vlf'
Thera wns n largo Increase in the
awttber of divorces In Maine Inst yenr,
but aa Ircren- e of only two in sul-
cMen. Whether tho latter fact is to
be-explained by the former is not
nat Serv'an prelate who dreamed
King Pe’ct was deposed had the
tactlessness to '»ll Ills dream to
rrhailn. In co 'ence. Thereupon
Idas Pater hm > better dream; tho
avwlKta is to he >d for high treason
Altar this Se.*v prelates will take
-4flM)lnc powder j. and not dream. •
■pens wit ii I lit I ip vs
Hi* hPuiium- oii wlilcli MIhm
i^.sllt , an Am* rlian IiiIichm. L<*rtl Win
lliro|n\ nn i'n»cllH)iinaii. mi*] T*»iii Bliik* ,
ii hniwjUf* American. were passi njfi■>
Tin* Hin t w* i *• toHiutl upon uu uiilrilmli-
ilc<l ixlarui and w* rc i)i• only ouch not
dmwm'i|. Hlake. Hliunii* <1 on tin* Imat,
l»c< aiiHc of iiln ioukIiih'Mh, Itecume a li<-r*»
ns pi'chci s'f i of lln !i> Iplfss pail'. Tin*
Kiitflishman wns miIur f«»r tin- hand <*|
Miss IIi> Wlnthrnpf w.ixicd his hint
mat<li on a cigarette. for wlilcli In wjih
-t.ictl i»y Blake All Hire. «mustru« P »1
liiiis in nliieltl thciuHtl\<‘N from flu* miiii.
'I lif*' tlicti P asted on eoeoanuts. tin* only
pi oetiruhli ft»op MIhm I^-hIIi* faced an un-
pien init Hituution. Blake i.■< <• v« 11 <l IiIh
miii v- mu 's inaKnlfylliK Klas.-t, thus liism-
i"K tin . IP- Htai't* *1 a jum l • Mr**, killing
n hiiK‘* li'Opanl and nmolli<*rihk several
‘■wIin. In Hn* leopnrd'H ravrrn lin y built
a small homo. Tlie> Kulnetl tho cliffs by
burnliiK tin* bottom of a tree until it foil
•mains! tin* In iulds. The trio Heeurcd
' from the cllffM. MIhm Leslie's white
skirl was ileebled upon iih ;i signal. Mins
I.eHlie made a tlrt’HH from the leopard
skin. Overhearing a coii vernation be-
tween Blake and Win!Iirnpe, Miss Leslie
In i nine frigidemd. Winthropc Imm nine
ill with f'ever. Hktko was poiMoned bv ii
MhIi and alinoMt dle*l. Jnckulfi atlueked
the tamp that niyht, but won* *lrlven off
by (ioiifvirve. Hlake eonstruetetl an ani-
mal trap. It killed a byt mi. On a tour
tin* trio cliHcoverod homy nnd oysters.
MIhm l.eslie wiih attacked by u puiMonous
Htutke. Hlake killed it and* Huv**d its pol-
m**n to kill Karin*. Kor tb** Heeond time
Willi In ope was attacked h\ fev**r. lie
and Blake dinaRi-e-d. Tin* latter inad« a
HtroiiK door for tbe private compartment,
of Ml mm Leslie's niv*1 home. A terribln
Hlorm raged Hint night. Wlntbrnpp Htole
iuh» her room, but she manured to hwIiik
her door closed In time. VVInthrone was
badlv hurl. II** died tin* following morn-
I UK- The storm tore down their distress
tlak. so a new one wits swung from a
bamboo pob Miss Leslie helped in cov-
ering Wlntbrop«''s grave with stones,
Genevieve took i strong likiua to Blake.
On exploration tour they were attacked
by a Hon.
CHAPTER XXIV.—Continued.
The lion stilled his roars and
crouched us If to spring, snarling und
grinning with rage and uncertainty.
Ills eyes, iinnccnstomed to the glare
of the mid-day sun, blinked incessant-
ly, though he followed the man’s every
movement, Ills snarls deepening into
growls at the slItAitest change of at-
titude.
In his Idiud animal rage Hlako hud
forgotten that the purpose of his
lateral advance was to place as great
a distance as possible between him
and the girl before the clash. Yet In-
stinct kept him moving along his
spiral course, on the chance that he,
might catch his foe off his guard.
Suddenly the lion half rose and
■tretched forward, sniffing. There was
nr uneasy whining note in his growls.
Hlake let the club Rltp from beneath
his Hrm and drew his liow until the
arrow-head lay upon his thumb. His
outstretched arm was rigid ns a bar
of steel. So tense and alert were all
Ills nerves that he knew he could
drive home both arrows and still have
time to swing his dub before the
bead was upon him.
A puff of wind struck against his
hack and swept on the nostrils of the
lion, laden with the odor of man. The
beast uttered a short, stnrtled roar,
and, whirling about, leaped away Into
the jungle so quickly that Hlake's ar-
row flashed past a full yard behind.
The second arrow was on the string
lieroro the llrst had struck the ground.
Hut the lion had vanished In the grass.
With a yell, Hlake dashed on across
to the nearest point of the jungle. As
he rail he drew the burningglass from
his fob and flipped II open ready for
use. If the lion had turned behind the
sheltering grass stems he was too
cowardly to charge out again. Within
a minute the jungle border was a wall
of roaring flame.
The grass, long since dead, and
bone-dry with the days of tropical
sunshine since the cyclone, flared up
before the wind like gunpowder. Even
against the wind the Are ate its way
along the ground with fearful rapidity,
trailing behind it an upwhirling vor-
tex of smoke nnd flame. No living
creature could have hurst through
that belt of Are.
A wave of fierce heat sent Hlake
staggering back, scorched and blis-
tered. There was no exultance in Ills
bearing. For the moment all thought
of the lion was swallowed up in awe
of Ills own work. He stared nt the
hell of leaping, roaring flames from be-
neath tils upraised arm. To the north
spnrks nnd lighted wisps of grass
driven by the gale had already fired
the jungle half way to the farther
ridge.
Step by step Hlake drew back. His
heel struck against something soft.
Ho looked down and saw Miss Ix'slle
lying on tho sand, white nnd still.
She had fainted, overcome by fear or
by the unendurable heat. The heat
must have stupefied him as well. He
stared at her, dull-eyed, wondering If
she was dead. His brain cleared. He
sprang over to where the flask lay be-
side the remnants of the lunch.
He was dashing the Inst drops of
the tepid water in her face when she
moaned and her eyelids began to flut-
ter. He flung down the flask und fell
to chafing her wrist.
“Tom!" she moaned.
“Yes, Miss Jenny, I’m here,
right," lie answered.
“Have 1 had a sunstroke?
why It seems so— 1 can
breathe—”
“It’s all right, I tell you.
little bonfire 1 touched olT. Guess you
must have fainted, bnt it’s all right
now."
Tt was slny of me to faint. But
who* I snw tba^lreadful thing leap—’’
It’s all
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torod and lay shuddering. Fear-
she was aboil* 8WOtm again
slapped her haIU, betWeen his
palms with stinging l;0rce.
'You4e It! he Shouted. "The
jokes on you! Kitty jumped just the
other way, and he wiyt come ,mck
in a hurry with that (?re bea(i b|m
off. Jump up now and we-]| (|0 a j|g
on the strength of it.”
She attempted a smile. anij a trace
of color showed In her clUop^g with
an idea that action would i|urther her
recovery lie drew her to a slating posi-
tion, stepped quickly behind. anc| W|tb
his hands beneath her elbi)WS> lifted
her upright. But she was; st’ju t00
weak and giddy to. stand i*ione. As
he released Ills grip she 8\vaj.e(j an(j
would have fallen had he not caught
her arm.
"Steady!" he admonished^ “Brace
up; you're all right."
"I’m—I’m just a little djlzy •• sbe
murmured, rlimUiig to hi^ shoulder.
"It will pass in™ minute. L-B s0 8||iy,
but I'm that way—Tom, I—I .»,|pk you
are the bravest man—”
“Yes, yes—but that’s not the .point.
Leave go now, like a sensible g|,i.
It’s about lime to hit the trail.”/
He drew himself free, and without
a glance at her blushing face J>egan
to gather up their scattered' outfit.
His hat lay where he had weighted it
down with the cocoanut. Ip, tossed
the nut into the skin bag ana jammed
the hut on his head, pulling'the brim
far down over his eyes. Win n he had
fetched his club he walked hack past
the girl with Ills eyes averted
"Come on,” he muttered.
Inside the barricade Hlake ■ .rns
waiting to close the opening. S
crept through and rose to catch bin?
by the sleeve.
"Tom, look at me," she said. "Once
I was most unjust to you in my
thoughts. I wronged you. Now I
must tel] you that I think you are
the bravest—the noblest man—"
“Get away!" he exclaimed, and he
shook off her hand roughly. “Don’t
be a fool! You don’t know what
you’re talking about."
"Hut 1 do, Tom. 1 believe that you
are—"
‘Tin a blackguard—do you hear?"
"No blackguard Is brave. The way
you faced that terrible beast—”
"Yes, blackguard—to’ve gone and
shown to you that I—to’ve let you say
a single word—Can’t you see? Even
If I’m not what you call a gentleman, 1
thought I knew how any man ought to
treat a woman—but to go nnd let you
know, before we’d got. back among
people!"
"Hut—but, Tom, why not, if we—”
"No!" he retorted, harshly. "I’m go-
ing now to pile up wood on the cliff
for a beacon tire. In the morning I’ll
start making that catamaran—"
"No, you shall not— You shall not
go off nnd leave me, and—and risk
your life! t can’t bear to think of It!i
Stay with me, Toni—dear! Even If
ship never came—"
He turned resolutely, so as not
see her blushing faro.
"Come now. Miss LfsHo," lie
in a dry, even tone; "don't ninke
awfully bard. Ix’t’s be sensible.
shake hands on it like two real com-
rades—”
She struck frantically at his out-
stretched hand.
“Keep away—I hate you!" she cried.
Before he could speak she was run-
ning up the cleft.
CHAPTER XXV.
In Double Salvation.
T
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JUb
HKN, an hour or more after
dawn the next morning,
the girl slowly drew open
her door and came out of the cave
Blake was nowhere in sight. She
sighed, vastly relieved, and hastened
across to bathe her flushed face in
the spring. Stopping every few mo-
ments to listen for his step down the
cleft she gathered up a hamper of
food and fled to the tree-ladder.
As she drew herself up on the cliff
she noticed a thin column of smoke
vMhig from the last smouldering
Hands of a beacon fire that had been
l^ilt in the midst of the bird colony
on the extreme outer edge of the
headland. She did not, however, ob-
serve that, while the smoke column
streamed up from the Are directly
skyward beyond it there was a much
larger volume of smoke, wliieh seemed
to have eddied down the cliff face and
was now rolling up into view from out
over the sea. She gave no heed to
tills, for the sight of the beacon had
instantly alarmed her with the pos-
sibility that Hlake was still on the
headland, and would imagine that she
was seeking him.
She paused, her cheeks aflame. But
only sign of Hlake that she could
se^\was tho fire Itself. She reflected
thatVe might very well have left be-
fore LSiWn_ As likely as not he had
descended at the north end of the
cleft ;lIU| ]lad gone off to the river to
is catamaran. At the thought
all th||co|or ebbed from her cheeks
her white and trembling,
e stood hesitating. With a
started on toward the signal
and lq
A gall
sigh f
stall
Sb
HI ini
close upon the border of
plony when Blake sat up and
herself staring Into his
I'es.
[he mumbled, drowsily. He
awake, and flushing
[Ity consciousness of what
"Look at the sun—way
Imean to oversleep, Miss
| see I was up pretty late
l beacon. But of course
kuse—’’
exclaimed. There were
Jves; yet she smiled as
.know what, you mean
You’ve been up all
Not all night—"
I quite understand,
Now sit down
cheon."
time. I’ve got to
►nd set to work. I’ll
pef and eat it on tbe
Mtcd.
“It’s for you,” he rejoined, and his
lips closed together resolutely.
He was stepping past her, when
over the seaward edge of the cliff
there came a sound like the yell of a
raging sea monster.
"Siren!” shouted Blake, whirling
about.
The cloud of smoke beyond the cliff
end was now rolling up more to the
left. He dashed away towards the
north edge of the cliff as though he
intended to leap off into spnee. The
girl ran after him as fast as she could
over the loose stones. Before she had
covered half the distance she saw him
halt on the very brink of the cliff
and begin to wave and shout like a
madman. A few steps farther on she
caught sight, of the steamer. It was
lying close in, only a little way off
the north point of the headland.
Even as she saw the vessel, its siren
responded to Blake’s wild gestures
with a series of joyous screams. There
could be no mistake. He had been
seen. Already they were letting go
anchor, and there was a little crowd
of men gathering about one of the
boats. Blake turned and started on a
run for the clifT. But Miss Leslie
darted before him, compelling him to
halt.
“Walt!” she cried, her eyes spar-
kling with happy tears. "Tom, it’s
come now. You needn't—”
“Let me by! I’m going to meet
them. I want to—”
' Hut she put her hands upon his
shoulders.
"Tom!" she whispered, “let It be
now, before any one—anything can
possibly come between us! Let it
be a part of our life here—here, where
I’ve learned how brave and true a
real man can be!”
"And then have him prove himself
a sneak!” he cried. "No; I won't,
Jenny! I’ve got you to think of. Wait
till I’ve seen your father. Ten to
one he'll not hear of it—he'll cut you
off without a cent. Not blit what I'd
be glad myself; blit you're used to
luxuries, girlie, and I’m a poor man.
I can’t give them to you—”
She laid a hand on his mouth and
smiled up at him in tender mockery.
“Come, now, Mr. Blake; you’re not
very complimentary. After surviving
my cooking all these weeks, don’t you
think I might do, at a pinch, for a
poor man’s wife?”
“No, Jenny!” he protested, trying
to draw back. "You oughtn't to de-
cide now. When you get back among
your friends things may look different.
Think of your society friends! Wait
till you see me with other men—gen-
tlemen! I’m just a rough, uncultured,
ordinary—”
“Hush!” she cried, and she again
placed her hand on his mouth. “You
sha’n’t say such cruel things about Tom
—my Tom—the man I trust—that I—’’
Her arms slipped about his neck and
her eyes shone up into his with tender
radiance.
“Don’t!" he begged, hoarsely.
“’Tain’t fair I—I can’t stand it!”
"The man I love!" she whispered.
He crushed her to him in his great
arms.
“My little girl!—dear little girl!’’
he repeated, and he pressed his lips
to her hair.
She snuggled her face closer against
his shoulder and replied in a very
small voice; "I—I suppose you know
that ship captains can m-marry peo-
ple."
“But I haven't even a job yet!” he
exclaimed. "Suppose your father—”
“Please listen!” she pleaded. There
was a sound like suppressed sobbing.
“What Is it?” he ventured, and he
listened, greatly perturbed. The
muffled voice sounded very meelc nnd
plaintive: “I’ll try to do my part,
Mr. Blake—really I will! I—I hope
we can manage to struggle along—
somehow. You know, I have a little
of my own. It's only three—three mil-
lion; but—”
"What!” he demanded, and he held
her out at arm’s length, to stare at her
In frowning bewilderment, “if I’d
known that. I’d—”
“You'd never have given me a
chance to—to propose to you, you
dear old silly!" she cried, her eyes
dancing with tender mirth. “See
here!”
She turned from him, and back
again, and held up a withered, crum-
pled flower. He looked, and saw that
it was the amaryllis blossom.
"You—kept It!” t
"Because — because, even then,
then, down in the bottom of my heart,
I had begun to realize—to know what
you were like—nnd of course that
meant— Tom, tell me! Do you
think I'm utterly shameless? Do you
blame me for being the one to—to—"
“Blame you!" he cried. He paused
to put a finger under her chin and
raise her down-bent face. His eyes j
were very blue, but there was a twin-
kle In their depths. “Oh, yes; tt was
dreadful, wasn't lt? But I guess i've
no complaint to file Just now."
THE END.
DEVELOPMENT OF
CENTRAL CANADA
THE STORY OF BIG YIELDS OF
GRAIN COMES FROM EVERY
SECTION.
When the man in the States was
told that he could get 160 acres of
land in Central Canada—comprising
the provinces of Manitoba, Saskatche-
wan and Alberta—that under cultiva-
tion would produce from 20 to 30 bush-
els of wheat to the acre, or if seeded
to oats the yield would be 40 to 60
bushels, he was skeptical. The same
story was told the man who wished to
get nearer to existing lines of rail-
way. nnd was only asked to pay flO
to $12 nn acre. But many tried It,
some one plan and some another. The
man who accepted the 160 acres as a
free gift, as a homestead, and was
willing to put in the required resi-
dence duties of three years'has now
a farm worth from fifteen to twenty
dollars an acre. The man who chose
to purchase, and did so, took up his
residence just the same. He has land,
that, in many cases, is worth twice
the money he paid for it. ' Both have
found that the story of splendid yields
was verified. They have had crops
exceeding that promised; they have
seen oats that yielded 100 bushels to
the acre, and have grown wheat that
averaged 40 and as high as 60 bushels
to the acre. Their wheat was not a
57 lb. to the bushel article but 62 and
63 lbs. They have seen within tho
past year or two trunk lines of rail-
way constructed through their district,
and throwing out branch lines to the
gates of their farm. They have seen
schools established in their neigh-
bourhood and the Government con-
tributing largely to their expense.
Churches have been erected, villages
have been established, towns have
sprung Into existence and cities are
rapidly springing up, as if the magic
hand of some unseen conjurer was at
work. But it was not; it was the le-
gitimate offering of the wealth of the
field which made all these things come
about, naturally, and easy. The prai-
rie that three years ago was merely
prairie, a patch of brown, just waiting
for the ploughman, is to-day dotted
with tilled farms and splendid homes.
The line of elevators with their glis-
tening metalled fireproof sides and
roofs, Indicate the location of the
town and the railroad. There is the
glow of newness about it all, but the
elevator, the splendid store buildings
and the comfortable hostelries denote
wealth, beyond that of the strength
of the man who fashioned and built
them but the wealth of the soil, which
means that the newness will be fol-
lowed by a steady growth. The writer
recently was a passenger over the
Grand Trunk Pacific, the latest fac-
tor in this great marvelous field of
development. The rapidity with which
towns were being built np, the farm-
steads occupied, was something even
his experienced eye had not looked
for. Everywhere along the line of
this new transcontinental was the dis-
tinguishing mark of progress. There
was not a mile of the length of the
road from Winnipeg to Edmonton and
west that did not bear token of its
ability to pay tribute to the revenue
of the road. Mention is made of this
line, not because it is the last In
the field, but because it is one of the
best built roads on the Continent and
traverses one of the best districts
of an excellent country. It is well
operated, and already has gone into
active service as another means of
making lt possible to secure more
speedily transit from the grain fields
to the shipping centres. It had been
the intention in this article to have
spoken of some of the yields of grain
that have made the farmers of Cen-
tral Canada contented this year, but
space will not permit, so that delight-
ful task will be taken up in another
issue. In the meantime it would be
well for the reader, if he is interest-
ed, to put himself in touch with some
official of the Canadian Government
and get information that might be use-
ful in making a selection for a home
in Central Canada, and become one
of those who will be instrumental in
building up a great country to the
north. In doing so, you will be as-
sisting the United States. In a few
years’ time the United States will be
a wheat importer. Canada will sup-
ply the wheat and you will be one of
the producers.
When the Sleeper Wakes.
“John!” she exclaimed, jabbing \
elbow into his ribs at 2:17 a. m„ ”<
you look at the kitchen door?” A
John, who is inner guard, and w
just then dreaming over last evenin
lodge meeting, sprang up in bed, ma
the proper sign, and responds
"Worthy ruler, our portals are gua
ed.’’ Oh, he hit the title right, ev
if he was asleep.—United Pres
terlan.
Trying.
If there Is anything on earth that
will try all the Christian graces of th«
average man. it is to crawl Into a
union suit on a ch'lly morning only
to discover that the washerwoman has
turned It wrong side out.
Ship’s Figurehead.
Carvings for more than DOfl vesse
were made by William Southwort
who recently died at Bath. He mat
a specialty of the carving of flgur
heads for many years, and some sple
did ones were the product of h
skill.- The rise of commercialism hi
blotted out the poetic significance i
the figurehead and few figureheads ai
seen nowadays.—Kennebec Journal.
Then They Came to Blows.
“What started the fight between
Lobster and Shrimp?"
"Why, Shrimp called Lobster
‘measly little shrimp,' and he cal
Shrimp a ‘lobster.’”
Once In a while you encounter •
of those cheerful Indirlduala »
never borrow trouble. In eplte ot
fact that they borrow everything
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Henry, George. W. The Tulsa Chief. (Tulsa, Okla.), Vol. 19, No. 43, Ed. 1 Tuesday, January 4, 1910, newspaper, January 4, 1910; Tulsa, Oklahoma. (https://gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc1172408/m1/2/: accessed April 25, 2024), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, https://gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.