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The Okeene Eagle.
Adam* A Kelly Pub*.
OKEENE.
OKLAHOMA.
— J
Inc reace of Golcr.
Gold was the substance for which
all the world hungered, and yet when
Columbus discovered America there
was less than $250,000,000 of It in all
Kurope. Surely It has been a difficult
substance to And. Centuries bad
passed, during which this yellow metal
had been carefully hoarded, and yet
all of Europe held less than a quarter
of a billion of It That was a matter
of 415 years ago. When the great ex-
plorer set sail for unknown shores the
world was increasing its stock of gold
at the rate of less than $4,000,000 an-
nually. It would therefore take Eu-
rope 60 years to duplicate its gold
holdings. When another hundred
years bad passed the output had in-
creased to $6,000,000 annually. There
was nothing startling in such an in-
crease. To bring this about it has
been necessary to ransack the treas-
ures of Peru, Mexico and other new
countries. Once more we move the
hand of time forward a hundred years
until we come to 1700, in which year
the average gold production is only
$‘.000,000 yearly. Certain there was
no reason to fear an over-production
Sold. Another hundred years
brings us to 1800, in which compara-
tively modern time the annual produc-
tion of gold was only $12,000,000.
Thus we find, says Frederick U.
Adams, in Success, that, during the
three centuries following the discovery
of America, the world's average an-
nual Increase In gold was $26,666 Had
this modest ratio been maintained for
the next hundred years, the total pro-
duction of gold in 1900 would have
been about $15,000,000. How much do
you suppose it actually was* Double
that amount? Three times It? Make
another guess It was $262,220,915!
BTAETTfUE HEMET KRSET
(crw&taTT: iooe. by C.APFfJTryv a. rrvgy/,
CHAPTER XX.—Continued.
I looked up speechless. Robinson
Locke met my startled glance with
cool contempt.
"That you saved my life?" repeated
Helena, In wonder.
“Have I robbed my gallant country-
man of your gratitude. Miss Brett?’*
he demanded carelessly.
"Then it was you who rushed down
the stairway?" I stammered, my face
hot with shame.
"Yes, sir,” he said, sternly, "it was
I. It is not a pleasant duty to expose
the cowardice of an acquaintance.
Miss Brett. I could have forgiven him
his terror. But that he should mas-
querade as a hero while I was vainly
attempting to pursue the blackguard
who tried to murder you—that is a
little too much.”
I confronted him, my hands clench-
ed In my rage. But I did not speak.
A defense was impossible. I stared at
him In silence.
"I am afraid." he sneered, "that you
are rather fond of wearing the lion’s
skin. I believe I had an appointment
with you this morning at ten o'clock.”
With me!” I cried, hotly. “No!”
you have put two and two together
and made the sum of five. Well, per-
haps I say your arithmetic is at fault,
and perhaps I don’t choose to enter
Into an argument to enlighten you."
“We shall see," said Locke quietly.
"Xow. Haddon, don’t think that I am
simply amusing myself. I am only
too willing to give you every benefit of
the doubt. You are an American; you
have been at the same university as
myself; you have suffered from an
unpleasant notoriety the past week or
two. I went to your hotel at Lucerne
and offered you my friendship—”
"And you come as a friend now?
Scarcely, you will admit that.”
"I offered you my friendship. I
showed my sincerity by taking you
more or less into my confidence. I
gave yon a chance to confide in me In
return. I had seen you fascinated by
a woman whom I knew to be a dan
gerous companion. When I warned
you. you were clever enough to affect
a dlsingenious innocence.”
"What 6hrewd observers you news-
paper men are!”
"That very evening.” continued
Locke, frowning, “you dine with her
Then you did not receive the note and ^cr acc°mplice—not openly in the
restaurant, but in her own sitting
Reprehensible Habits.
One of the strangest paradoxes In
human nature Is that men and women,
struggling apparently with all their
might to succeed, are yet constantly
doing things, saying things, and think
mg things which drive the very suc-
c®** Htey are after away from them.
They are all the time counteracting
their efforts by some Indiscretion.
Men work like Trojans to get a cov-
fted position, and then, by getting
puffed up with conceit, or by some
fool!ah or weak act. knock the scaf-
folding. which thy have been years
in building, out from under them, and
down they go. Their lives are a series
of successive climbs and tumbles, so
'hat they never get anywhere, never
accomplish anything worth while.
There are thousands of men who are
working in very ordinary salaried po-
sitions. says New York Weekly,
who might have been employers them-
selves but for some unfortunate weak-
ness. some little deficiency In their
natures, or some peculiarity—some-
thing which might have been reme-
died by a little discipline and self-
study In youth. Others are always
driving success away from them by
their doubts, their fears, their lack or
courage, their lack of confidence-
driving It away by reprehensible hab-
its which repel success conditions.
One by one Chicago Is losing tho
laurels forced upon it by jealous
rivals a few days ago statistics
were published showing that Switzer-
land led us as a divorce center and
now a doctor who has been down on
his knees to see rises to say that the
girl* of Great Britain are developing
feet that win make the Chicago girl’s
trilbys look like those Cinderella wore
when she made her great hit With
the head of the male Briton growing
smaller and the foot of the female
Briton growing larger, remarks the
i hlcago News, we may well accept
the deduction that man over there la
soon to be the weaker sex It Is to
be hoped that the girls will be kind
to him when, at last, he baa found hla
proper place By racking his memorv
doubtless he will be able to recall
many times when he was kind to
them during the days of his supposed
superiority.
placed on your pillow last night? Ah.
so you did recelvo It, after all, Sir
Mortimer—I beg your pardon, Mr.
Haddon."
I turned from him; I looked at
Helena. Our eyes met. 1 did not say
one word; I did not beseech even by
a look. 1 had asked her to trust me,
but I had not looked for a situation
like this. Her eyes fell before mine
and they had told me nothing.
"I shall leave you to your Interview
with Mr. Locke," she said quietly.
room. Late that evening, In company j friend Haddon
Having seen Dr. Starva and your-
self safely landed In Sir Mortimer s
rooms.” continued Locke, "I am free
to Join my acquaintance. Captain
1-orbes, in the garden, meanwhile
keeping an Inquisitive eye cocked to-
ward the shutters of Sir Mortimers
salon. And Captain Forbes, as well
as myself, has his own Interests In
the missing Sir Mortimer. Presently
he sees the light ‘shining through
those shutters. He is overjoyed to
observe that Sir Mortimer is returned,
and more than overjoyed that he can
at last rid himself of the burden of
his dispatches. You know how he did
that, even better than myself."
“And you are waiting for me to en-
lighten you?"
“All In good time, my dear Mr. Had-
don. But 1 have not yet shown you
all my hand. Were I to call your
game now, you might think 1 had a
couple of aces at the most. I am go-
ing to show you that I have a royal
flush.”
"It is hard to beat a royal flush, I
admit,” I said lightly.
"I await developments, then, in the
garden. My vigilance is soon reward-
ed. Shutters are thrown stealthily
back; my classmate Haddon tiptoes
onto the balcony; he listens outside
the shutters of the salon.”
And does It not seem to you strange
that the partner of Madame de Var-
nier’s Intrigues should distrust her to
the extent of spying on her move-
ments?”
Ixvcke pulled at his cigar thought-
fully. I awaited his answer not with-
out Interest
"It did indeed raise the faint hope
in my breast,” he returned cynically,
that my friend Haddon perhaps was
not so guilty as the circumstances had
proved him to be. But when I remem-
ber that Captain Forbes was insisting
on his right to see Sir Mortimer I
could understand that my quondam
course for him. He enjoyed a fight
quite as much as a love feast, perhaps
better.
"To resume my narrative,” drawled
Locke, “you disappear within the
chamber. My friend Forbes Is having
his little Interview with you.
AFFLICTED ONLY AT TIMES.
Good Reason for Capt. Bascomb’s In-
termittent Hearing.
When Capt. Bascomb had left big
But I old friend, Capt. Somers, and the new
presently I see you again at the win- school teacher sitting on the south
dow, packet in hand. You lean far porch, and had disappeared down the
out; you toss the packet into the ba- road, the young woman spoke of him
sin of an empty fountain. The shut- with some curiosity,
ters are closed. Your work Is finished "I understand from Mrs. Bascomb
for the night. And so is mine—that that her husband was very deaf, 'al-
most stone-deaf,’ she told me. In,
sure,” said the school teacher. “Hut
he seemed to hear all we said with
perfect ease."
Capt. Somers leaned toward her
and spoke in a low, cautious tone, al-
though there was no eavesdropper to
hear him.
"Don’t let Mis’ Bascomb know it,"
he said, hurriedly. "He does seem
to hear pretty well when she ain't
paper. If the sealed dispatch prom-1 round, but none of us folks ever let
on to her. She's a good woman as
ever lived, but a most tremendous
bosser and an everlastin’ talker. An'
we all think that Garsh Hasconib bt-
!s, after I have rescued from the
empty fountain the packet.
"Which you promptly returned to
Captain Forbes, no doubt”
“Who has a greater right to it?”
returned Locke coolly.
But he had not returned it to
Forbes; I was sure of that. Locke
was a newspaper man trained in the
school of modern journalism. He had
determined on a grand coup for hlB
lsed to be of assistance to him he
would break the seal.
That would nd? suit me at all. My
task was to hush up the scandal of
Sir Mortimer Brett and hlB mistress. I gun to realize ten years ago that
Locke was determined to give It the
fullest publicity. Our ends were utter-1
ly at variance. Every sentence of his
he didn't want to be harrjed right off'n
the race o’ the earth, the thing for
him to do was to grow deef, gradual.
recital made me see that more clearly, but steady—an’ he's done it. to
I saw, too, that the object of his intents an’ purposes, ma'am! ' —
story was to overwhelm me with the | Youth’s Companion,
certainty that I must make a full con-
fession to him or suffer those conse-
quences. My one hope was to avert
those consequences until my inter-
view with Madame de Varnier. I
hoped everything from that.
For the present I need fear nothing
from Forbes. Helena had given me
her word that she would trust me until
midnight But the silence of Helena
and Forbes was useless unless Locke
LEFT IT TO THE OLD HENS.
Amateur Fancier Thought His Re-
sponsibility Had Ended.
An Indiana man tells of the efforts
of an author belonging to the Hoosier
school of historical novelists to put
in his leisure time as a "hen farm-
____ er" In that state. The literary per-
also was silent. I awaited the rest of I 30118 venture afforded his agricultural
was anxious
Automobile sore throat and Influen-
za Is the latest disease It Is not. how-
ever. as some may think, or even
hope, the person who rides In an auto-
mobile who get* the disease, but the
people who have to breathe the dust
that they stir up lx>ng Island real
dents, whose roads are favorite thor
oughfaios for the hated vehicles, are
the only onea so far who are suffering
from this malady, but of eonrae It will
spread
Perhaps the thread truat craftily
put out the atory that* (he price of
cotton wa* to be advanced to ten
eenta a spool ao that the public could
feel ao relieved when It was denied
a* to forget all about the advance
from five tc^ six cents at retail
You furnish tho girt and wo win
furnish the house,” says an advertise-
ment That sounds good, says the
Kansas City Journal, but It doesn't tell
the whole atory. You will alao he
•sported to furnish the wherewith
CHAPTER XXI,
I Am Trusted Until Midnight
"Now, Haddon, what is the game?"
Locke had seated himself. He had
selected with care a cigar from his
case (which he did not offer to me),
and was regarding me with tho brutal
amusement of one who has come
across a snake sunning in the white
road, and who heads off its desperate
attempt to escape with a walking
stick.
I was silent I refused to be cate-
chised like a schoolboy. Had I met
Locke, his mind still unprejudiced
against me, I should gladly have told
him everything, even at the risk of
making myself ridiculous In his eyes.
But his mind was so evidently made
up regarding me, his interference had
been so fatally ill-timed, that I could
not bring myself to the humiliating
position of one who beseeches—of one
who explains, only to be doubted after
all.
The episode In the porter's lodge
was even now far from clear. I have
already said that I knew that Helena’s
escape was not due to any heroism of
mine.
Dr. Starva had concealed himself be-
hind the glass partition of the porter’s
lodge In the landing. Unobserved. I
had stood flat against the wall, watch-
ing him.
I had seen Helena coming up the
stairs; I had icon Dr. Starva level his
revolver at her; I had hoard the crash
of glass and the report of a revolver.
I had supposed that Starva had fired
and missed.
Now It appeared that I.ocke's shot
had shattered the glass of the lodge,
while Starva had not fired at all. But
why Locke should have been In the
stairway—why he should have been
concealed there—was not so clear.
Certainly I had no Intention of humil-
iating myself further by asking for an
explanation.
"Come; I’m waiting." he cried
sharply.
"You are waiting—for what?" I de-
manded with an assurance I did not
feel. I was playing for time. Should
I. or
clear to Locke? That was the ques-
tion I was asking myself over and
over.
"You remember I
his narrative with anxious concern
"The next morning I bestir myself
early, you may be sure of that Cap-
tain Forbes’ rest had been equally
perturbed. Together we discover the
startling fact that, early as we had
aroused ourselves, our patient with
his nurse and physician had been even
more energetic. But my discovery Is
neighbors no end of amusement.
During the first year the amateur
farmer discovered that all his little
chickens, which were confined in
coops, were languishing at the [mint
of death. The novelist went over his
“hen literature" to locate the cause of
the trouble, but to no avail
Finally lie called upon an old chap
of a nature more dramatic than that of nanied Rawlins, to whom he put the
the king's messenger. He imagines
that It is Sir Mortimer who has fled.
I am forced to tha reluctant conclu-
sion that it is Mr. Ernest Haddon,
American tourist, masquerading as
the diplomatist. Sir Mortimer Brett
Is it necessary that I enter Into ex-
planations for this discovery, or shall
we take the fact for granted?"
“Take It for granted by all means,
since you have already taken so much
for granted.”
question:
“What do you suppose is the mat-
ter with those chickens?"
‘‘Well, I dunno,” said Rawlins.
"What do you feed ’em?”
"Feed them!" exclaimed the novel-
ist farmer. "Why. I don’t feed them
anything!"
“Then, how’d you suppose they
was a-goin’ to live?”
"I presumed." replied the literary
person, that the old hens had milk
“I shall not bore you much longer. enough for them now."—Lippincott s
Captain Forbes and myself Join
forces. I needed but one argument to
persuade him to do that I knew
where Madame de Varnier and her fel-
low conspirators were bound: Captain
Forbes did not.”
Magazine.
The Crack In His Armor.
“It’s a good thing for a man to be
a little bald," said the girl as they
walked along in the rear of one be-
... ... „ i neath whose hat showed a small bare
And Mrs. and Miss Brett—did vou r,„i» .... . . ™
eal vnur «n<.nieir.na I h?lf. moon' 11 lakes the conceit out
of them. Now there’s John.
reveal your suspicions to them?”
"So far,” Locke looked at me slg i „ ___ .. . .
niflcantly, "I have revealed them to no hundrLaTmi.r , ab°’U
.. hundred dollars on to no effect. Wh.
He has
a
no effect. When
. to
glance carelessly toward that vulner-
able spot and he subsides Immedi-
ately."
one. We arrive at Alterhoffen then h« out.o no enect. w n
the four of us. Captain Forbes insists ' * * haVe t0 do is
on storming the chateau. With what
result you know better than I. As for
myself, I prefer to keep my counsel,
and, first of all, to give my friend
Haddon a friendly hint. I bribe one of
the servants at the castle to convey a
note to him requesting the honor of
an interview at ten this morning. My
friend Haddon denies me the honor of
_ y
What the Devil Is Your Right to Play the Part of Inquisitor?”
of Dr Starva. you take the boat for
Yitznau. You Install yourself with
him in the suite of Sir Mortimer Brett.
You assume his character; more than
that, you don his very cloak and hat
As Sir Mortimer, then, you have access
to his rooms."
“I^t me compliment you on the ad-
mirable manner In which you have
played the spy. You traced me. then,
rrom the hotel to the boat, and thence
to the hotel?"
Not at all. I preferred to keep an
eye on the big fish In the puddle. It
was Madame de Varnier, alias the
Countess Sarahoff. shorn I was watch-
ing I knew that the moth would fol-
low
every
warned you. I
told you you were a pawn In the
clever hands of Countess Sarahoff I
own neck I guessed that he was 11s
tening to the futile attempts of the
adventurers to deny Captain Forbes
admission to the bedchamber of the
psuedo Sir Mortimer."
"You have an answer for
question."
I can put two and two together
and make four.” returned Locke com-
placently.
“But,if one of those numbers is x,
tho unknown quantity? The addition
is then not quite so simple."
"And the American tourist, Mr Had
don. Is the great unknown quantity, 1
suppose."
He looked at me with cool, level
eyes. A big man. in body, brain and
heart. Locke had both the virtues of
bigness and its faults To crush ob-
stacles—lhat was his method. Finesse
he despised He vent to the end in
view In a direct lino, ruthlessly throw
ing aside any obstruction, physical or
moral, that hindered.
Such a man arrives invariably. He
Is not to be denied. But he blunders
often He arouses in some natures an
Instinctive antagonism—a latent ob-
stinacy—that arrays itself against him
«. M .no ,, - quietly but determinedly He makes
N'emesl. do,.la, j a^TI* £ | *", n * I
conclusions.
----- the flame \\ hen I had assured
™ak!..a” ! mv8e,f ,hat °"r beautiful adventuress
had retired to her room across the
corridor from Sir Mortimer’s suite, I
had nothing to do but await the ar-
rival of the poor little moth, en-
sconced In a comfortable chnlr with
my cigarette. Allow me to return the
iiis
2 ^'J. if.s!;*”m'"1'm'""" <.*••» tk ho.t i. n.
zs z zszjzrzr” •»
"I see You are
me to justice*"
pened I would keep m.v own counsel
for the present. I was not to be bul-
lied into a confession
"So you admit that the law has Its
terrors for you." cried Locke quickly
"And are you Justice or (he Law In
disguise? By heaven, yon are assum-
ing a lather high banded manner.
What the devil la your right to piay
the part of inquisitor?”
Gently gently. I said nothiug about
my right.”
I "Then ,1 might aak what la
game?"
'I make no pretense to any right.
I happen to hold the cards That's
all ”
, jk .. . I------------ Attitude toward me
1 had decided. No matter what hap^ : would then huve been very different.
He would have aren for himself that
the comedy l enacted was for the
benefit of Dr. Strrva If I Ignored
l*ocke's suspicions of me even now. If | fahh
I gave to him my confidence at this
late date, would he believe that? Im
possible!
I raged at the network of chance
that enmeshed me, but I did not at-
tempt extricate myself. I had lain
passive too long I was trusting
blindly to fortune. More than ever I
was determined to wait my own time
before I made position clear. If
I I carried my plana to a successful
' conclusion, the result would Justify
u, ,K ' , mY Actions; If | failed. I should at
By that you W«*». I aunpose, that | least have held to niy purpose
For example. Locke has made up hla
mind that an American, a man of his
own university, could not In the nature
of things be a coward. Very well, he ■
o«ers him his friendship’ll. Mind
an Interview. Then If the mountain
will not come to Mohammed. Moham-
med must go to the mountain.
“I am directed to the castle by the
stairway that leads to the village
street. I have not descended a dozen
steps of the gloomy stairway when I
hear some one coming up them In fg-
rlous haste. Naturally, I pause; and
quite as naturally I take the precau-
tion of placing my hand on the revol-
ver in my hip pocket, which I carry
with ine, remembering the fate of nty
acquaintance. Captain Forbes
"To my surprise the person In this
extraordinary haste conceals himself
in the little glass-covered room at tho
angle of the stairs. I descend the
steps cautiously and curiously. Thero
are other surprises in store for me.
First of all I see a second figure stand-
ing flat against the wall. As my eyes
become accustomed to the darkness
I am startled to discover that the man
concealed in the lodge has a revolver
In his hand. For the moment I think I
he Is lying In wait for myself. But
almost immediately I hear steps from
below. There Is a click as the trigger
Is cocked
—even the killing of a
dcrer. I fire, not at him. but to shat-
ter the pane of glass and divert hfs
aim.
"Now for my lust surprise The as-
sassin. rather tardily I must say, has
been grappled with by the man who
had concealed himself against the
wall hnd was apparently awaiting de-
velopments. But the would be aasas
sin has succeeded In freeing himself
from this very faint hearted assailant.
I pursue the assassin; ho eludes cap-
ture; 1 return ruefully to the hotel to
find—my friend Haddon receiving tho
Her Secret 8orrow.
"That woman over there has some
bidden sorrow." declared the sym-
pathetic one. as she came In and took
her scat at a table not far away. "I
have often noticed her. See. Her
companion orders everything she
could possibly want, and yet she sits
there silent with a face like a mask.
I am awfully sorry for her.”
"Don’t you worry," advised her pes-
simistic friend. "That's her husband
with her. She's bored, that’s ail."
A Country Marvel.
The little fresh air boy was com-
fortably quartered In a fa“m house
near the salt water for his summer’s
outing The first day he strolled down
the road to the marshes and he stared
In astonishment at the cat-tails grow-
ing 'here Then turning around to a
native of the place who was accom-
panying him he said: "Gosh; I didn’t
know that sausages grow on sticks.”
WHAT’S THE USE?
To Pour in Coffee When It Acts at a
Vicious Enemy.
Fnsters have gone without food for
ninny days at a time but no one can go
without sleep. "For a long time I have
___________ m ^ not been sleeping well, often lying
I am averse to bloodshed I a.aake tnr two or three hours during
would be mur- , .n,l?ht *,ut now 1 *l"ep sound every
flight and wake up refreshed iuid vig-
orous," 8hvh a Calif, woman
"Do you know why? It’s because I
used to drink coffee but 1 finally cut it
out and began using Dostum Twice
since then I have drank coffee and
both times 1 passed a sleepless night,
and so I am doubly convinced coffee
caused the trouble and Dostum re-
moved It.
"My brother was In the habit of
drinking coffee three times a day. He
was troubled with sour stomach anti I
___________ , would often notice him getting Hnda
warm thanks of the heroine for savin* I I*!0”1 ,hf> *'an to r,,||ev« the distress in
tioe II#.. •• I Iliil itnmuoli ■ a__ ..
her life.
A great deal of it Is ,,,, (lls
your
But presently this man Inter- ,ory'" 1 *a,d- mY voice trembling with
feres with his plaits—goes his way | “'“1 ri»ge. "such of It as is not
without consulting the newly acquired ,lr,1“n You return, then, to unmask
friend When, therefore, circumstance* would be hero. And now. what*’
place this acquaintance in an ugly j "And n°w.'* said Locke In
light he Is quite aa ready to believe “
the bad as he had been ready to be-
lieve the good.
he is quite as ready to believe ! vo,ce' h,s ,ac* thrust close to mine*
(“I want to know this: Why were you
hiding in that stairway? Why did you
stomach; lately hardly u day
passed without a dose of soda for re-
lief.
"Dlually he tried a cup of Dostum
and liked It so well he gave up coffee
and since then ha* been drinking
Dostum In Its place and says he has
not once been troubled with sour atom
ach."
Even after this lady a experience
with coffee her brother did not suspect
------, ... , for * ,,me ,hat ‘•offee wan causing his'
his friendship and confidence ,orc >our did you pretend “°)lr ‘,0,nach‘ bnt easliy proved It.
In a word, Locke imagined that he *,and th,>re Pa"*l™*l>' while tho man
had done more than his duty In offer Wa" poni nlttlng thy act of murder he-
When he made up his mind that this ,0 •trMg,’le w,th »he assassin, pret. nd
friendship and confidence wa* not re- |
turned, hia friendship turned to in
tense dislike Theie wa. uu middle j
to struggle, I say?"
"Keen a coward will fight. 1 suppose
when he is cornered," I said bitterly
_ <TO BK CONTINL'BD.y
Coffee la not suspected In thousands
of races just like this but It's easily
proved. A ten day’s trial works won
ders. "There’s a Reason.”
Head the fnmous little book, "The
Itoad to WellviUe," i„
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Adams, B. E., Jr. & Kelley, M. C. Okeene Eagle. (Okeene, Okla.), Vol. 13, No. 44, Ed. 1 Friday, August 23, 1907, newspaper, August 23, 1907; Okeene, Oklahoma. (https://gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc1172647/m1/2/: accessed April 19, 2024), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, https://gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.