Okeene Eagle. (Okeene, Okla.), Vol. 13, No. 35, Ed. 1 Friday, June 21, 1907 Page: 3 of 8
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President Roosevelt Said:
“Texas is the Barden Spot of tho Lord”
95,000 Acre Ranch of Or. Chas. F. Simmons
Now On the Market.
Here is Your Opportunity to Buy a Farm of from 10 Acres to 640 and
Two TownsLots in This “Garden Spot ’ for $210. Pay-
able $10 per Month Without Interest.
Investigation will sh >w that this
95,000 acres comprise one of the
finest bodies of Agricultural anil Truck
Farming land in the entire state, com-
mencing about 36 miles south of San
Antonio and about two miles south of
Pleasanton (the county seat of Atas-
cosa County), and extending through
Atascosa and a part of McMullen
Counties, to within IT miles of ray
60.000-acre Live Oak County Ranch,
which 1 in four months last year, sold
to 4.000 Home Seekers, on liberal
term., wii&iUt iai. rc-L oil
payments, which gives the poor man.
from his savings, a chance to secure
a good farm and town lot for his home
in town. I will donate and turn over
to three bonded Trustees, $250,000
from the proceeds of the sale of this
property to the purchasers, as a bontis
to the first railroad built through this
property on the line which I shall
designate.
This property Is located on that mid-
dle plain between East Texas, where
It rains tt»o much, and the arid section
of West Texas, where It does not rain
enough.
Its close proximity to San Antonio,
the largest city in the State, with a
claimed population of over 100,000. en-
hances Its value as a market for Agri-
cultural and Truck farm products far
beyond the value of similar Jand not
so favorably located
Topography.
Level to slightly rolling Large,
broad, rich valleys, encircled by ele-
vatlonRjBuUable Jot homes; 90 per
ceift. fin*- farming land, balance pas-
ture lane.
Forestry.
Ash. Elm, Gum, Hackberry. Live
Oak, Mesquite, Pecan, abundant for
shade, fencing and wood
Soil.
About 60 per cent rich, dark, sandy
loam, balance chocolate or red sandy
loam, usually preferred by local farm-
ers. and each with soil averaging from
2 to 4 feet deep, with clay subsoil,
which holds water.
Climate.
Mild, balmy, healthy practically
free from malaria, few frosts, no snow,
no hard freezes; continuous sea breeze
moderates extremes of heat and cold,
producing warm winters and cool sum-
mers. Average temperature about 62
degrees
Rainfall.
From the Government record, it Is
safe to assume that the rainfall on this
property has been fully 35 inches per
year, which is more than some of tho
oid States have had, and is plentiful
for ordinary crops properly cultivated,
and for Grass Growing.
Improvements and Water.
This property is fenced and cross-
fenced in many large and small pas-
tures. with four barbed wires, with
posts about 12 feet apart. Also a i
number of line shallow wells.
Also a number of fine Lakes and
Tanks
Also, a number of fine flowing Arte-
•lan Wells, whose crystal streams flow
for miles and miles down those creeks,
whose broad, rich valleys. Irrigable
from those continuously flowing
streams, make it the ideal place for
the Marketing Gardener who desires
to raise from two to three crops of
marketable produce oa the same
ground every year.
Farming and Truck Farming.
Seasons never end.
This land is adapted tQ profitable
culture of Beans, Cabbage, Celery,
Cucumbers, Lettuce, Tomatoes. Beets,
Carrots, Onions, Radish. Squash.
Strawberries. Cauliflower, Okra. Oys-
ter Plant. Peas, Uasberries, Turnips.
Apricots, Cantaloupes, Grapes, Irish
Potatoes, Olives, Sweet Potatoes. Ba
nanas. Dates, English Walnuts. Ftga,
Melons, Peanuts, Barley, Blackberries,
Broom Corn, Lemons, Plums. Tobao-
co. Alfalfa, Rye, Oranges. Peaches,
Pecans, Corn, Cotton, Oats, Wheat,
Apples, Pears.
Page 63 of the book entitled “Beau-
tiful San Antonio,’’ officially issued by
the Business Men's Club of San An-
tonio, dated May, 1906, says:
"It Is readily conceded by all those
who know anything about Texas that
the most prolific agricultural section
is that which recognizes San Antonio
as its logical center, particularly that
portion directly Bouth of San Antonio,
with the Gulf of Mexico bordering on
the southeast and the Rio Grande bor-
dering on the south and west.
“Within the last four or five years,
la the territory named, special atten-
tion has been given to growing vege-
tables. they maturing at a time when
they secure the maximum prices on
Northern markets, which markets they
virtually Invade without a competitor.
The profit In growing vegetables in
this territory will be seen by an exam-
ination of the following figures, se-
cured from reliable sources, showing
Net Earnings Per Acre:
“Watermelons from $76.00 to $200 00.
“Cantaloupes from $40 00 to $76.00.
“Cabbage from $125.00 to $225.00.
“Cauliflower from $76 00 to $225.00
“Beane and Peaa frmn $100.00 to
$12&.(A>.
“Tomatoes from $126.00 to $400 00.
“Potatoes from $60.00 to $150.00.
“Onions from $150.00 to $800.00.
“Tnhaseo Peppers from $500 00 to
$900 (H) |»er acre.
"The Chicago Record-Herald pub-
lishing the following individual experi-
ences In South Texas:
Men who came here with $500 and
$600 a few years ago are now Inde-
pendently rich.
“A young man who came to this
country for hi* health, bought 18
acres and in one year cleared over
$6,060 from it, which was $333.33 per
acre.
BY A&TTIU& HENR*' VESEY
(cxipmx&T.iDoG tv D.AppuTtrt<scaHB4/rrt
CHAPTER VII.—Continued.
So far as It lay In my i»ower. I
would perform m\ self-imposed task
in a direct and businesslike method.
As to this method, a dozen extrava-
gant courses of action occurred to me
at once. Of the dozen 1 selected two
\nother man. 65 years old, from 79 i Jh|-
acres, sold $5,000 worth of produce, i J ‘ ,
from which he realized $63 29 per acre | “Kvery English gentleman comes of
and then raised a Cotton crop on part a race of warriors, the mysterious
of it, which made him $35 per acre, j woman of the reading room bad said
which made the same land net him to me last night. Mies Brett, being an
$98.29 per acre for that year. Englishwoman, had tlie blood of sol
“Another man from 80 acres in 1904 djera jn her veins. The physical cour
realized as follows; From Onions. agrA ,hn hattlefleld. then, must up
♦-.aan.si; irorn Cotton. $1,800; 2UO
bushels Corn: 12 tons Hay; 5,000
pounds Sweet Potatoes
“Another made $3,200 from five
acr -s of early Cabbage, which was
$64t) per acre, and grew a second crop
of Corn and Peas on the same ground
that year.
hands clasped, her eyes sparkling.
She leaned demurely toward tne; her
bright eyes mocked me.
"The name o{ the other maiden was
Vice.’’ she cried in a hollow, lugubri-
ous voice. “My dear gentleman, yon
are loo delicious. Mon Dteu, I should
be furious with you! You are telling
me quite brutally that your cold Eng-
lishwoman she is Virtue: and i, the
very wicked one—I am naughty Vice."
And again stv lauded deliciously
“Pardon-me. It is you who are np
plying the moral." I protested awk
wardly.
"Then if It is applied not correctly,
let us have the true application,” she
heseeched.
"Perhaps” sh» said. Aeivlly. v-iiw
ly listening.
Then suddenly an expression, quite
merciless, distorted her features. Her
pupils dilated in her fierce excitement,
she studied ray face critically, coldly
deliberate. There was something por-
tentous, almost ominous, in this cool
stare. It disconcerted. me; It made
me already regret my proffer of friend-
ship. She smiled; but the smile was
Medusa-like.
“Yes. I believe it. Fate -has sent
you to tne. An'd you- are you willing
to follow where Fate leadsT"
"Why not?" I demanded with more
curiosity than sincerity. I confess
"Ah. you are courageous enough for
peal to her. If. for instance. 1 should
enlist in the Foreign Legion, there
was the I-egtou of Honor to be won.
The little ribbon would tell its elo-
quent story.
But Willoughby’s life hud liee-n lost
amid the dread silence of tlip white
“Another realized $27,000 from 90 8noWs j looked long anil earnestly
car loads of < abbage. averaging $300 wjlt,rP sun touched tho raountaln-
per car. which was $207.69 from each
of rhe 130 acres he had planted.
“Another netted, above all expense*,
top with a rosy light out of the morn-
ing mists. The mountains seemed to
$6.) per acre on Potatoes, and planted , beckon, to wait for me. ,
the same ground in Cotton that year 1 had shuddered—I still shuddered,
from which he realized $35 per acre, as I thought of their awful gloom and
which made that ground yield him $95 . lorn-lines*. And yet they seemed to
per acre | beckon—to wait for me. 1 had been
'Another realized $32,966 from 230 helpless and weak. They had con-
ac-es in Melons, which was $143.33 j qUPrecj Dle, Well. 1 must return to
per acre. ' conquer them. Their very immensity
“Another netted $21,00 fioni 5 not app(|i me Man's glory is to
acres m Onions, which was $600 per. nMlie the vast forces of nature-to
aCrAnother netted $17,445. or $79.25 th?*? M . ,
per acre from nine cuttings of 220 1 thought of the Hospice of St.
acres in AlfMra, which yielded in one j Bernard. There for centuries men
year 2.475 tons and sold at $11 per had even laid down their lives to save
ton j the perishing. Well, why should I not
'Another received $900 from one.be one of the little band for the time
should I not become a
the order? A few months
mum: on the field. This time we shall
certainly win.”
Three times In aiuTesion we won—
now at even odds, now with the odds
in our favor. Hut. agatn the electric
bell rang. She shrugged her shoul-
ders, and made a mone of regret.
“Alas! At the hour of our triumph
the voice of art clamors.”
We returned to the concert room.
“is it not strange,” she murmured
after a pause iu the music, “that one
longs so much for what is just beyond
one's reach, while other fruit, as
sweet, may lie plucked for the ask-
ing
Tiie boldness of the metaphor
atari led aiau repelled me-.
“You speak lu riddles, madam,” I
said, coldly. Frankly, I had not placed
her exactly as that sort of a woman.
"Riddles ?” She lifted her eye-
brows, hesitating. “I mean, Mr. Had-
den. that 1 should be so glad if we
might be friends.”
I was unconvinced. “You are too
generous,” 1 said, ironically. “Does
your interest in mankind embrace all
tho world.?"
“But you have been unfortunate,”
she said, softly. “Are you angry that
l should be sorry for you?”
“I am perplexed, at least.”
“If you are only perplexed, 1 shall
'That must follow the explanation \ 'hat? Monsieur, you are a hold man.”
"Surtlj uni so bold m you. mad aw,
in asking courage of a man who has
been disgraced for cowardice." it. was
difficult to keep the speer out of my
voice.
I know to whom I speak, my dear
monsieur The tas1' I would set yon
demands not the brute courage of tho
find, but th« devotion of a crusader.
1’ Is a sacred cause; it» servants are
not easily found."
"I am flattered that 1 fulfill the re-
quirements so admirably. ' I returned
cynically. "But you will find it difficult
to convince me that my extraordinary
courage and devotion to a good cause
make niy services invaluable. Why
should you choose me from a score of
men to help you?"
"You are right. Above all things
"Your name, if you are seri- I must be frank with each other.
! You are nt the Bchweltzerhof? An
revoir, you will hear from nie soon."
1 bowed over the hand she held Ian
guidly toward me I was embarked
on an adventure. Where would it
of your extraordinary Interest in me." |
"Hum!" She leaned back e.ritlrul
ly. "Shall I say It Is because you are
handsome?"
“Not if you are honest," I chuckled
“Or good?”
“Why not aav brave?” I demanded,
bitterly.
“Or that you remind me of a dear
friend?"
“Sav of your late lamented grand
mother."
“Or." sho flashed, "that It. is be-
cause you can be of use to me?"
Ain Uial 1; bet?'"-'” l assented,
shortly. “I ani to be of use to you.
then—and how?"
"Gently, monsieur! First of all.
are we to be friends?”
"And again gently,” I returned with
caution,
ous."
A rosy faced page pushed Ills way
toward us. salver in hand. It was at
our table he paused. On the salver
was a telegram.
“For mo?” cried my companion
eagerly.
The boy nodded, but before he
could hand the telegram to her, I had
seized it myself. I made a gesture,
signifying that I asked her consent
to read the name addressed on the eu
lead me?
CHAPTER VIII
acre in Cauliflower; sown in July. ! being? Why
transplanted in August, acd marketed 1 novitiate in tl
should
in December.
The same authority quotes the fol-
lowing statement from the Hon. Jos-
eph Daily, of Chlllicothe. 111., who , .
owns thousands of acres in the Illinois good father superior of the sacred
of arduous training, and
ready for the battle.
If I went to the monastery and told
Corn Kelt. lie says:
“I am one c' the heaviest taxpayers
on farm land/ in Mason and Tazewell
Counties. Tllin ds. and I have been fa-
miliar with the conditions around San
Antoniip for 12 years. Any thrifty
farmer can g< ■ rich, and make more
money off of t ais cheap land, acre for
acre, than ai:v land in the State of
Illinois, that .-tells from $150 to $225
per acre.”
Come to t! >- land of beautiful sun-
shine and all. ost perpetual harvest.
Where the people are prosperous,
happy and contented.
Where the flowers bloom ten months
in the year.
Where the farmers and gardeners,
whose season., never end, eat home-
grown June vegetables in January, and
bask in mid-winter's balmy air and
glorious sunshine.
Where the land yield is enormous
and the prices remunerative.
Where something can be planted
and harvested every month in the
year
Where the climate Is so mild that
the Northern farmer here save prac-
tically all Ills fuel bills and three-
fourths the cost of clothiug his family
in the North.
Where the country Is advancing and
property values rapidly increasing.
Where all stock, without any feed,
fatten winter and summer, on the na-
tive grasses and brush.
Where the same land yields the
substantial* of the temperate and the
luxuries of the tropic zones.
Where the farmer does not have to
work hard six months in the year to
raise feed to keep his stock from dy-
ing during the winter, as they do In
the North and Northwest.
Where there are no aristocrats and
people do not have to work hard to
have plenty and go in the best society.
Where the natives work less and
have more to show for what they do
than in any country in the United
States.
Where houses, barns and fences can
be built for less than half the cost In
the North.
Where sunstrokes and heat prostra-
tions are unknown.
Where sufferers with Asthma, Bron-
chitis. Catarrh, Hay Fever and Throat
Troubles find relief.
Where, surrounded by fruits and
vegetables, which ripen every month
in the year, the living is bettar and
less expensive than In the North.
Where the water is pure, soft and
plentiful
Where the taxes are so low that the
amount is never missed.
Where Public and Private Schools ,
and Churches of all denominations aro j
plentiful
Where peace, plenty and good will
prevail
Where It Is so healthy that there
are few physicians and moat of them,
to make a living supplement their In-
come from other business
$1,000 Reward will be paid le any
one proving lhal any statement
in this advertisement is not trot.
Write for literature and name
c! nearest agent.
C. F. SIMMONS,
213 A lease riata • San Antaaio. Texas
I<et every man lie occupied, and oc-
cupied In the highest employment of
which his nature I* capable, and die
with the Consciousness that he has
done his best —Goethe
vow I had made, would he laugli at
me for a madman, or would lie under-
stand and help me to fulfill it?
1 began the day, therefore, vaguely
hopeful. I no longer permitted my-
self to be troubled at the whispers of.
servants and guests. I even courted
the, society of my fellowmen. I paid
my two francs admission to the kur-
saal. and listened with real enjoyment
to Its excellent orchestra.
My coat was lightly brushed.
There was a faint but exquisite per-
fume. I glanced, as did a dozen
others, at the woman who was pass-
ing.
The small, but superbly poised fig-
ure, gowned with a marvelous sim-
plicity, paused by my side a fraction
of a second. It was my acquaintance
of the reading room again, and she
had murmured a good morning. A
dozen had noted the greeting and en-
vied me.
I did not return it. She continued
her way daintily, punishing me for my
rudeness by smiling acsoss at me
mockingly as she seated herself at
my right. There was something of a
childish, almost fairy malice In the
Illusive gmile.
The intermission came. All the
world pushed bafk their chairs, and
made their way through glazed doors
at the rear, whence an electric bell,
rang persistently. The motley crowd
of officers, tourists, and such of the
society of Lucerne as was at the
kursaal passed through the glazed
doors to play the petlts chevaux—a
rather harmless form of dissipation,
a gambling toy that permits one to
lose at the most a five-franc piece.
I mingled with the crowd about the
green-baize table on which the little
metal horses were whining around an
Imaginary race course. * A croupier
changed a 50-franc note for me. I
tossed a colu on one of the numbers;
and lost. I staked another coin, this
time against the field. Again I lost.
I staked all my five-franc pieces but
two.
While 1 weighed them thoughtfully
In my palin, my arm was touched
lightly. It was my adventuress of
the reading room once more. She
lifted her eyebrows In whimsical con-
cern at my 111 luck.
“Even these little horses, you see. I choose. While
madam, know that 1 am to lis appeared two
ahunned.” I said In a low voice.
"My friend." Bhc smiled, vivacious
ly, “they are simply frightened at
your black face. They are sensitive,
the lltUe horses. But if you coax —
we shall see. Allons, we will be pru-
-v
♦
“Dead!"
not despair." She smiled at me gayly
across the table, her elbows support-
ing the clasped hands that framed her
exquisite beauty. "Come, are we to
be friends?"
“I remember," I said, boldly, “when
1 was at college, a story of Socrates
that pointed an obvious moral. Would
you like to hear It?”
She niAde a mock grimace. “Oh,
Socrates, monsieur, and a philoso-
pher! And a philosopher henpecked
by hia wife Xantlppe! Am I one to
do with a henpecked philosopher?
Regard me seriously, monsieur, and
(oil me. But If you insist—your story;
1 shall listen patiently."
The henpecked philosopher, then."
I began somewhat grimly, “tells us
that when Hercules had attained man-
hood lie set out on a Journey to see
the world, and presently came to a
parting of two ways. He hesitated
as to which way he should
he hesitated there
maidens, each of
whom protested that she would lead
him the way (hat he should go. One
of those maidens was clad chastely In
somber but not unpleasing raiment.
If, Hercules, you will go my way,
you will find It rough and tiresome.
dent, a little shining franc on number There arc brambles to impede your
27. Now. if my brave horses only
know that It Is I who am asking them
to win for us, we shall win."
"Ne rlen va plus." croaked an offi
rial In a dingy dress suit and crumpled
shirt bosom, lie spun the mechanism
briskly between two bony fingers ami
thumb. The tiny Jockeys In blue. buff,
green, and red aped swiftly around
the roiirae.
one behind
progress; there are sharp stones that
will cut your sandals. It will always
he hazardous, but It will lend to hap-
piness.' "
“Ah, happiness!" sighed the woman
opposite me. “She promised much.”
"The other maiden was extremely
In uiitlfu] and her raiment eras of sil-
very tissue. ‘My way.' she said, soft-
Presently they straggled I ly, taking Hercules gently by the arm,
the other, and rnnn- to is strewn with flowers. It leads,
a pause The croupier stretched out broad and gently sloping, over soft
his rake, and drew In our two shining turf, and there Is music to gladden
francs with the other winnings of the the hours. My way leads to pleasure.’
No 111 befalls us but what
for our good—Itallau
may be
bank
I turned to her sternly. "You see?”
I cried in tragic dismay,
j "Pi-uf! A little patience, monsieur.
I It is the Jockeys who are sulky. f
* have forgotten to blow them n kiss.
| Quick ■ v—niece, the msxl
The name of the first maiden was
Virtue; the name of the other,
madam
1 paused, I was indeed very bold. I
looked at my vis-a-vis with ooms
trepidation I need have felt none.
Uhe broke Into light laughter, her
velope. She smiled, but reluctantly,
I thought.
“Madame Sophie de Varnler,” 1
read aloud, before I passed the tele-
gram to her.
She tore the envelope open with a
jeweled cross that tiling from her
chatelaine. As she read the message,
she became frightfully pale; she
swayed iu her seat. It was not grief
so much as utter despair that pros-
trated her.
"Dead!" She repeated the word in
French more than once In a dazed
voice. “Dead, but it is incredible!"
The seconds passed. I did not
speak: I regarded her with concern.
A bcautitul woman is always danger-
ous. but a beautiful woman in trouble
Is doubly so. The friendship she had
lightly begged of me a moment ago,
I was templed to offer seriously now.
She had piqued and fascinated me.
Now her unhappiness touched my
heart.
But suddenly I doubted. Was It a
clever ruse, this advent of the tele-
gram so aply timed? Was she a con
summate actress, confident of her
dupe? No; the agony the message
hud caused her was undoubtedly genu-
ine, When she looked at me. It was
with eyes heavy with despair. When
at last she spoke, her eyes burned
fiercely, her voice was harsh with
anger. The words sho uttered were
certainly not addressed to me. They
were spoken rather In spite of my
presence than because of It.
“Look! I stake ail in one throw!
I lose all—In a moment. I hold In
my clenched bunds the liberty and
happiness of 10,000 women and chil-
dren. And then a cursed fate strikes
from my grasp this priceless happi-
ness. My poor people, my poor peo-
ple! Again I fall you; I betray you!"
Hhe stared at me with eyes that did
not Bee. Her small hands pressed her
temples convulsively.
"Peiliavr madam, It Is fate also
who has seat me to you now, to help
you.'*
Prince Ferdinand and His Ambitions.
I returned to my hotel soberly
enough. I had told my little allegory
lightly. Now I asked myself If I
should not apply it seriously to
myself. Only this morning l had
mapped out for myself a clear path
to be followed. And already was a
siren beckoning? Already was l en
chanted?
1 was intensely irritated that 1
should have allowed myself to be In
terested by this Sophie de Varnier.
For the past hour l had been playing
dangerously near the fire. It had not
yet burned me; but copld I honestly
say that It had not warmed, Intoxi-
cated, allured? Very well, I must be
careful not to compromise myself In
the future.
Two women had mob me at the part-
ing of the ways.
One of them had set me a task,
holding herself proudly aloof, promis-
ing nothing. If this task were actu
ally accomplished, the reward was to
he the deed itself.
And now another woman had come
—radiant, glittering, a subtle perfume
lulling the Benges. Her wild beauty,
her charm, had been frankly displayed
to enthrall me. She had promised a
definite adventurs. As to the reward
it seemed to me too brasenly obvious.
1 flicked the ash angrily from my
cigarette. And was I really tempted?
Hardly, I resolved savagely. And yet
I was not fool enough'to be blind to
the fact that the situation was not
without Its danger.
My shoulder was tapped I wan
seated in the vestibule of my hotel
I looked up. startled. A well-groomed
man In the early thirties towered over
me. an Araorican I saw at once. The
round, jocund face was vaguely fa
miliar. }
"Yea," exclaimed a burly voice. ‘‘It
Is really old Huddon."
I grasped the hand he held toward
me with emotion. Here was a friend,
an American, and T needed a friend
badly Just now.
I had not seen Locke since we were
at college together. We had never
been intimate, but the big hearted
Robinson Locke had been a character
among his classmates.
At first I hesitated to his cordial
greeting^; I was afraid he had not
heard my story. But presently he
plunged Into the episode thut had
made me notorious for a day Then
I knew he had conic to stand by me.
"It Is a brutal lie. of course," he
stormed indignantly, ‘but even if It
wore true—" He clapped my shoul-
der.
“It Is true—at least in a measure.’’
“Rot!” he exclatined with cheerful
skepticism, lowering his person into
the yielding expanse of an armchair
by my side. "Toll me about It."
"Unless you Insist, I prefer not to."
I said quietly, tieckonlng a waiter. "It
was Just a horrible uccldent. Frankly,
to have saved his life was impossible
But I might have died with him I
didn't. There you have my disgrace
In a nutshell."
He looked somewhat glum at this .
cold blooded explanation and stirred
uneasily In his chair. I watched him.
not without grim amusement. He
pulled at his cigar, searching my face
keenly.
"Rot!" he cried again, and this time
with conviction. "If you feel any dls
grace. It Is your own fault, Huddon
If you were the coward they say you
are, you wouldn't sit there smiling at
me. You would rave and swear by ail
the gods that you were Innocent I
don't want to hear your story. But 1
want vou to know that vou have one
friend from home to stick up for you.
and to believe in vou."
1 was too inovocr to speak.
"That's uil right, then," he said with
gruff gentleness. "It must lie hell to
be over here alone and everybody
kicking you."
"Oh. that was to tie expected, of
course! But lust night I had en ex
perlonco that I wouldn’t go through
again if 1 could help It "
me B«i CONTI
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Outhier, C. C. Okeene Eagle. (Okeene, Okla.), Vol. 13, No. 35, Ed. 1 Friday, June 21, 1907, newspaper, June 21, 1907; Okeene, Oklahoma. (https://gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc1173247/m1/3/?q=%22new-sou%22: accessed July 16, 2024), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, https://gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.