The Okeene Leader. (Okeene, Okla.), Vol. 4, No. 31, Ed. 1 Friday, February 4, 1910 Page: 5 of 8
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PICTURES BY. CrtAS W. ROSSER
^COPYRIGHT. 1905, BY J B.LIPPINCOTT C«
CHAPTER i. '
8ioc« Tempest bad abut blmaelf up
In Craven he bad added to rather than
diminished bis popularity. He re-
fused to be further lionised: either
timid or wise la the white heat of his
fame’s flame, be ran away! Rather
than watch his fame fall to ash, or
fearful that its tense heat would harm
him? For neither reason. He was
not thinking of London, or his public,
he was thinking of himself.
In Craven, whilst Immured, be was
as well delightfully at large. The
castle itself «u i prison, standing, as
It did, 12 miles from any railway,
dominating, as It did. the entire coun-
ty of -shire. Craven was a fortress
for the writer's hours of labor—a
pleasure-garden for his leisure. But
on this occasion he had not come to
H for the sympathetic atmosphere It
extended to his work. Craven was not
to offer In this sojourn any of Its
aforetime tonic—nor was It demanded
that It should suggest a new theme, or
even cradle an old idea. Mr. Tempest,
a solitary inhabitant of his study,
asked a new balm of his retreat—it
must be a panacea.
"It should be," he said aloud as he
replaced a book in the shelves and
found another, "a padded cell."
Into the great bow window whose
squares of glass let in the whole wide
country sweep to his eyes—once a
veritable lover's eyes for this English
nature, whose graces and beauties
Tempest had made to live and bloom
In hla book till all England echoed his
®use—into the bowed windows his
housekeeper dally cleverly drew the
writing-table. Tempeet many times
before tt had seen hour after hour slip
away, until, exhausted yet supremely
content, he had risen, aching la every
limb, the pile of manuscript grown at
his hand, hla work done, and he him-
self free and buoyant as only the
creator can be before his self-appoint-
ed task. But writing materials re-
mained these days untouched.
November had almost gone, and the
drear bareness of the landscape, al-
though not yet despoiled of leafage,
was hidden on this afternoon by a
mist full of rain. Tempest bad the
extent of blank gloom before him as
!*• faced It by the window, leaning
against his work-table, his back to the
room. Something of the leaden qual-
ity of the outside reflected Itself in his
countenance. But he had not time to
follow his meditations -to their end,
for a rap on the door fell once—was re-
peated, then the door opened and his
housekeeper came In.
“I beg pardon, Mr. Basil—” He did
not stir.
She waited a moment, then ad-
vanced: "I beg your pardon, sir.”
After another silence he blurted
out:
"Well? What for, pray? If you
have any good reason to break in on
me, Henly, you will give it.”
“I’ve disobeyed you, sir.”
"I'd rather forgive you than hear
about It—don't do it again.”
“I won't Indeed, sir, but—”
Tempest turned reluctantly to the
Intruder. She said “Oh,” involuntari-
ly as she caught sight of his face: the
last hour had ravaged it. Her evi-
dent affection, not her sympathy, mod-
ified his mood.
“What the devil have you done?” he
asked, not unkindly. “It can’t be
worse than coming here to me after
my express injunctions.”
"It’s worse, sir," she nodded: “I’ve
let in a lady.”
She breathed freer with the whole
confession of her crime’s enormity.
Tempest’s surprise was as sharp as
his displeasure. “A lady—you’re
dotty!”
She pleaded, "I couldn’t help it, Mr.
Basil—she had walked from Craven-
ford—to see you, sir—and I hadn’t the
heart.”
“Come!” he exclaimed furiously,
•i am not to be obeyed then, Henly?
1 see plainly you are taken advantage
of—of—I mean to say you're astound-
ing! I give orders to leave me in
peace, to refuse my doors; to keep my
mall, my dispatches, away, and you
admit God knows whom and for what
purpose at your pleasure.”
She let him fume, and her patient,
gentle bearing of his detestable humor
made him ashamed. “What for, pray?”
“I don’t know, sir,” she said humbly.
“I couldn't say no—somehow. She
begged for a moment—she had walked
the 12 miles and she says she must
foot It back. It's late, too.”
"She has a note-book? Of eourae!"
“She's a pretty hat on and a long
dark coat, and she Is so lovely, Mr.
Basil, that I—”
She finished subtly—and triumphed,
for her master slightly smiled. “It’s
a farce, and quite ridiculous. You’ve
gone so far I can't drag your hospi-
tality back—as if 1 had a string to it.
retch her In.”
Tempest passed his nervous hand
through his hair, gave a last look to
the gray without, as though he con-
fided his melancholy to It—promising
to return again for it—never fear!
and came out Into the room.
When Mrs. Henly reappeared she
opened the door, consigned her guest
quickly to the study, and withdrew
like lightning for fear she should be
haled to escort her out again!
The stranger deserted In this fash-
ion looked about her rather startled.
Tempest, in a black velvet Jacket into
whose pockets his hands were thrust,
blocked up the foreground. He saw
her embarrassment and that her lips
were almost white. She bowed to
him, still standing where Mrs. Henly's
catapult-like ushering bad placed her.
“I am Lucy Carew,” she announced
in a voice that did not waver at all.
took kle hands from his
I extended one with the
charming gesture he knew so well
woo him Moods. Bor a brief second
his face relaxed, illuminated. He
caase up to hla guest “Don't cry
here," he Implored “1 can’t Imagine
what a Mil-mile fatigue may be. but
if you can root from some of it In
this chair, will you do so? I will ring
for tea and lights.”
Tempeet understood the nature of
bunas feeling too well not to realise
with a flash bow great was the pleas-
ure of hla own—and not to realise
that he had never experienced quite
the like seaaatioa before, into his
outstretched hand n hand slender and
strong fell aa naturally as though It
had waited for Just this shelter ever
since tt had been made. He led the
girl to hla favorite chair, took delight
la seeing her sink Into it.
She had quickly undone her veil and
taken It off. and ha then saw the fa-
tigue under her eyes, the pallor of her
face, and withal the freshness of It
It was a luminous face, If such a term
might be uaed—he thought It might.
Her figure wan concealed by a long,
dark coat that rooo to hor neck, and
the nestled Into the comfort of the
chair with aa acquiescence of fatigue
her expression did not admit, indeed,
her eyes, fastened on Tempest, were
the loveliest things he bad encoun-
tered for a long time.
The unconventionality of the visit,
her calm behavior In It. touched hla
humorous vela. Ho slightly mocked
her aa be spoke. In n tone not the less
agreeable and perfectly gracious.
"What wager are you winning?
Miss Carew. you have won It! How
much of the IS miles did you walk
really?"
She held out a small foot in a badly
damaged high-heeled thoe. “A cart
brought me to a cross-road and then I
walked on—IS miles the man said it
was, and It seemed it!”
young woman why she had come
to him; he dreaded lest she should
say. The moment she should ask
him for hie autograph the singu-
lar and piquant charm of her appari-
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“What Suite? What Do You Mean?**
"I have come all the way from Amur
lea to see you."
Mr. Tempest started. The sudden
addition of thirty-five hundred miles
to the twelve was material.
“Trop almable,” he said. ”1 shall
seem ungracious if I say that I re-
ceive no one, not even an emissary
from the Cape of Good Hope.” He
chose at random, and as he said it its
meaning caught bis sensitive ear. He
smiled. “You will let me be incqnse-
quent and except that point? You see,
to be frank. I have refused mjhelf to
everyone, Miss Carew (he said her
name as though' it were a household
word) every one—friend, enemy, kind
and unkind. I am a recluse—’’
“I know," she accepted, “1 read in
the Daily Telegraph that you were. 1
scarcely dared expect to see you.
When I got out at Cravenford and
found I should have to walk 12 miles
I wag nearly discouraged.”
"Nearly!" he echoed. “It is a tramp,
even for an English girl; your coun-
trywomen are not supposed to be
walkers.’’
‘‘I’ve not walked much before.” she
admitted, “and my heels are high; but
when 1 got here It was ths worst of
all—your housekeeper refused me;
and then”—she raised the slight veil
she wore, her eyes were sparkling and
disclosed no trace of it—"I cried,"
she said frankly.
tlon would vanish and he would be-
come his brutal, savage self again.
This unusual visit would not bear vul-
garity or even tangibility. Despite
the adjustment of bia eyeglass he saw
her as if through a film; it added to
the unreality of her presence.
"You will have tea? Perhaps you
will make It for me?”
The lights had been brought in with
the drawing of the curtains over the
rain-swept window.
Miss Carew’s hands lay Inert on the
chair's arffis. She shook her head.
“1 am afraid 1 can’t—1 am so
tired.”
Tempest rather clumsily made it
and gave her a cup and a bit of toast.
During the few moments her host’s
face had clouded again. Evidently he
had forgotten his guest and looked up
with a start as she spoke.
“You have not asked me why 1
cams, Mr. Tempest.”
"I don’t wish to know.”.
“Ah," she smiled. “If 1 don’t tell
you, It will be because you forbid me
—and—”
"I do forbid,” he said shortly, “if
It’s a tiresome reason—I won't say
women’s reasons are usually tiresome,
for I am sura they never give the real
onea—nothing would be so delightful,
I am willing to believe, as a woman's
sincere motive or reason for what she
does! it's a black rose, a , 'inert* I
blanche.* Miss Carew, I've ucver eeet* j
any of the three."
She did aot take this opr*°r*,,n!tv '
to remark st his psychology of fcml ,
nlae subtleness, but said equably:
"The result of such forbidding
would be the blocking of my whole
career."
He echoed the word with scorn
“Career! Heaven. you have one?
You don’t look It, I am glad to say— |
1 am sorry for you.” he finished
brusquely.
She had unfastened the collar of
her coat and it fell bark. Her dress
underneath was as sober in tone.
Tempest rose to move aside the tea
table that was between them.
“La»t me help you off with that
wrap. It's warm here and you won't
feel It when you go out."
He wanted to see her released front
the chrysalis of her uncompromising
garments He threw the wrap on a
chair, and she stood before hint in a
dress of some soft, dark material with '
white at the neck and wrists. It
fitted her well, it fell well around her
aupple figure.
"My gloves,” she said spologetlcal
ly, “were soaked through. They are
drying in your housekeeper's room. I
dried there myself for half an hour
before she would disturb you."
Aa she spoke there crossed Tem
pest’s feelings, growing more and
more amiable and gracious, a sudden
revulsion against her which Bhe could
not have understood had he let her
perceive it.
“How can 1 further your career or
hinder It?" he asked formally.
She did not appear to take umbrage
at his altered tone but. leaning for
ward in her chair, received him Into
her confidence with extraordinary fa
cility and an assurance that was com
pliment In Itself.
"I have been obliged quite suddenly
to find a means of livelihood. To a
woman of my age” (she named it. and
he smiled—It was so young) “such a
question coming for the first time is
puzxling. Last week the editor of s well-
known monthly offered me a position
at a fixed and generous salary if—"
here she paused.
As she talked Tempest was study-
ing her mentality and quality of spirit
as best he could, being a man as well
as a psychologist, and given the fact
that a specimen was very good to look
at and very gently magnetic to listen
to. He found her direct, and boldly
devoid of weak, truckling excuses ror
whatever favor she was to ask—and
aha was evidently to ask one. He
liked her clear enunciation, her soft,
short sentences with the warmth un-
der them of an exquisite' voice.
“If what?" he helped her.
“If I would fetch him an especial
piece of work he was eager for."
“Yes?” questioned her host, for she
hesitated.
“An essay, If you like—a study of—
you; of your personality. Above all”
—here she flushed and lowered her
voice as though the subject and her
own daring awed her—“a synopsis of
your new suite of poems.”
Then in a voice whose sharpness
struck her as if her senses had all
been touched at once—she shrank at
it—be naked:
"Who spoke to them of the verses?"
“1," she replied, breathless. “There
were only two of them, you know,
published in the winter.”
“What suite?" he interrupted, glar-
ing at her. The veins swelled on his
temples. He had risen and she
thought he seemed a dozen feet high.
"What suite? What do you mean?”
. (TO BE CONTINUED.)
UNCOOKED MEAT
VERT DANGEROUS
Collectors and Thslr Hobbies.
The Repertoire General dee Collec-
tlonneurs furnishes some Interesting
particulars of those whose pastime Is
collecting various objects. This De
Gotha of collectors contains 10.500
names and addresses, and they are
thus calssified: Autographs, manu
scripts, 303; collections of pocket-
books ancient and modern, 143; pos
sessors of libraries, 4,055; lovers of
books (books of the virtuoso). 486;
artistic china, 839; drawings, etch-
ings. engravings, 1,745; heraldic book
plates, 374; historic military costumes.
422; natural history in all its branches
(botanical, entomological, &c.); 1.452;
miniatures, shells, 352; music and
musical instruments, 123; numisma-
tists, 294; objects of art of all kinds.
2,001; objects of art and of great cur
iosity to archaeologists. 1,168; pic-
tures. sculptures. 1,366; fiscal stamps
and postage stamps (Important col
lections), 130; hunting, fencing, sports
244.
FEARFUL SUFFERING CAUSED RV
EGGS OF FARASITE WHICH IT
MAY CONTAIN —STATE*
MENT SY A FRIEST.
Omaha. Neb.. Feb. 2— Probably the
most unusual feature of the excite-
ment that has been created by L. T.
Cooper s visit to this city is the rw-
moval of parasites or tape worms by
bis preparations.
During the early part of Cooper's
stay iu Omaha individuals who were
taking 'New Discovery," as it Is called,
brought either to himself or to physl-
stuns throughout the city Immense
parasites that had left the system
after using the medicine.
Mary of these people were fright-
ened, and cases of this sort became so
numerous that Cooper finally made
the following statement for publica-
tion:
He said: “in every city I visit
these things are brought to me within
a few days after my medicine Is sold
in the city. They are what Is known
as the tape worm, and grow to an
enormous size.
"Few, Indeed, realize how prevalent
these creatures are. I think 1 have
been the first to demonstrate what a
large factor they are in the poor health
of this generation. I believe that
fully one-half of the chronic stomach
i trouble now so universal la caused by
these parasites.
“Individuals may have them for
years and not be aware of the reason
for their continued ill-health, but at-
tribute tt to many different diseases,
when in reality one of these creatures
Is robbing them of their vitality.
"These parasites are taken into the
system in uncooked food or raw meat,
i in the form of an egg. which hatches
almost Immediately. People suffering
| from them experience a feeling of
lassitude and are extremely nervous.
| The action of Cooper's 'New Discov-
ery’ seems to be fatal to these great
worms, nnd In most cases a few dosea
of the medicine drltes tbe creatures
from the system. I will have hundreds
of them brought to me before I leave
the city."
This growsome prophecy has beca
amply verified, for not only hundreds
but thouHandn of Omaha people have
been relieved of Rome of these fearful
parasites since taking Cooper’s pre^
aration, and the entire city has been
aroused by the fact.
Some of these parasites are of such
enormous size as to startle the Im-
agination. The statement of Father
John Baptist Arnolls. one of the best
known nnd beBt beloved priests la
this section of the country verifies
this. His statement, among others
given to a rei>orter, was as follows:
“For years I suffered from what I
thought was a general run-down con-
dition of the system caused by stom-
ach trouble. I felt extremely tired all
the time, and it was a great effort to
attend to my duties. 1 would wake
up in the morning feeling as worn out
as when I went to bed. If I stood for
any length of time I would have pain
in the lower part of my back, and
would have to sit down.
“I was very nervous and depressed
In spirits, and was troubled with dixxy
spells. I would 8ce spots before my
eyes when I stooped over and raised
up quickly. I had a very irregular ap-
petite, and would have palpitation of
the heart after ascending the stairs.
“The talk about Cooper’s prepara-
tions was so universal that I decided
to try some, although I do not take
patent medicines ns a rule. I took
four doses of the ‘New Discovery’ as
It is called, and a tape-worm about
sixty feet In length left my system.
“I am very thankful for this great
relief, nnd now I know what has been
the cause of all my suffering.”
The story of Father Arnolis Is a
fair sample of the experience of an
astonishing number of Omaha people,
and Cooper’s preparations are selling
here in immense quantities. It is now
estimated that he haB sold one hun-
dred thousand bottles to date in this
city alone, and the sale is still in-
creasing.
A Woman’s Sacrifice.
Proud althougn the old-timer may
be of such records as Igoe's and Fair-
child's, it is not until you come to
acts of heroism performed during his
torical catastrophes that his eyes grow
a shade darker and sparkle. There, for
instance, was Mrs. H. M. Ogle, a sold
ler’s widow, mother’ of two grown
daughters, who stuck to her key dur-
ing the Johnstown flood, saving thous-
ands of lives by sending warning after
warning to flee into the city, and de-
liberately sacrificing her own life.
“Good-by. this Is my last message,"
she telegraphed Manager Charles O
Rowe at the Pittsburg ofllce. Then
the waters closed over her.-r-A. W.
Rolker.—Everybody!.
All in the Name.
Phyllis (up from the country)—But,
Dick this is just like the last piece you
brought me to see here.
Dick—Mv dear Phyllis, don’t be ab-
surd. This is “The Naughty Girl of
Nice,” and the other was “Tbe Grasse
Widow.” Surely you know that Nice
and Grasse are two entirely different
places.—Punch.
flow’s This?
W> nfTc- Tine Hundred Dollar* Reward for any
•aw of Oicarru that cannot be cured by Hail'*
Catarrh Cure.
V. I. CHUNKY A CO.. Toledo. O.
W*. the undersigned. have known F. J rhency
for the last 15 year*, and believe him perfectly hon-
orable In all bualai-a* traiiHactloiix and llnaoclally
•bio to carry out any obllimtlons made by hla flrui.
Wauii.no. Kinnan A M»uun.
K-, Wholesale UrueBtots. Toledo. O.
Hall's Catarrh Cum to taken internally, acting
llroctly tiixin the blood and mucous aurfnrea of ths
*y«tcm. Testimonial* sent free. Price TV cents par
boitlc. Sold by all DruKctota.
lake Uail a Family i'UJa for constipatIon.
He who gives better homes, better
books, better tools, a fairer outlook
aiul a better hope, him will we crown
with laurels.—Emerson.
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