The Okeene Leader. (Okeene, Okla.), Vol. 7, No. 46, Ed. 1 Friday, June 13, 1913 Page: 2 of 8
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Molly McDonald
jjv tail or THE FRONIIER
By ^
'Randall Bverish
f/ulhoroT "Keith ofthe
Border: My Lady <?/
Doubt'.' My Lady otthe.
South? c/c.c/c. ,
Illustration/* tv
The Colonel and the Post Adjutant
were In the little office, busy over a
pile of paper*. Hotb officers glanced
up, resenting the interruption, as Kane
entered. Hamlin following The for-
mer explained the situation briefly,
while the commandant leaned back in
hi* chair, his keen eyes studying the
younger man. •
“Very well. Captain Kane," he said
shortly, as the officer's story ended
"We shall have to examine into this.
the Captain belligerently, "before I
lose my temper at this infernal Im-
pertinence."
Hamlin surveyed the two calmly,
cor.tident that the woman knew more
than she would tell, and utterly indif-
ferent as to the other.
"Very well." he said quietly, "I will
learn what 1 desire elsewhere. 1 shall
And Miss McDonald, and discover what
has actually occurred."
“My best wishes, 1 am sure," and
HONOR JD_ PURITY
He Found the Real Which Com-
pared Favorably With
the Ideal.
corynotrr
)\ L. Bdrrrcs
191* BY A.C.MKJ-URO a CO.
of course, but will probably discover the lady patted the Captain's arm
the w hole affair a false alarm. There gently. "We are losing this wain "
is, at present, no necessity for alarm There was but one course for nam-
ing any others Sergeant, kindly ex j lin to pursue. He had no trail to fol-
plain to me why Mit>* McDonald should ! low, only a vague suspicion that these
have come to you in her distress?” | plotters were in some way concerned
Hamlin stepped forward, and told | in the mysterious disappearance Thus
the story again in detail, answering j far, however, they had left behind no
SYNOPSIS.
an army
man to
who la
Major McDonald, commAndlnic
pout near Port I lodge, *<•.■*« a
Intercept hi» daugnter. Mo.ly.
headed for the post \n Imtian outlirwaa
U thremtened Sergeant "Hrtrk Haml n
timet* the stage In which Molly t» travel-
ing They ire attaik-d by Indian*. and
Hamlin and Molly ... ape In the darkness
Hamlin tells Mo:ly he »'»» dU«-nar**a
from the Confederate service In 1 SSD'. "
and at the close of the war enl »t-i in
the regular army He - ispe- ts one < «p-
♦ ain He Fevre of being responsible i"r
his disgrace Tr- ps apt-ear and under
escort of Ueut tlasklne Molly starts to
loin hor father Hamlin leaves to rejoin
file regiment He rerun s l.- 1- >rt I> ■
after ti lumraer of lighting Indians, and
finds Molly there S\ .is are tv ir ljn the
night Hamlin rushes out, sees what >e
believes Is .he figure of Molly hi I ng in
Ihe darkness and falls over the body o.
I.leutenant Gaskins who ami* * Hamlin
nf shooting him The s-rgeant Is t rivv^n
Innocent. He sees Molly In company with
Mrs Dupont, whom he recognizes as a
Tormer sweetheart, who threw him ov*-r
for I>»Fevre Mrs Dupont tells Hamlin
!<eFevre forced her to send him a lril'S
note. Hamlin declares he has been look-
ing for laFevre to force him to clear his
record. later he overhears Dupont and a
soldier hatching up a money-making
plot Molly seeks an Interview with
Hamlin. She says her father seems to be
hi the power of Mrs Dupont, who claims
to be a daughter of McDonald's sister.
Molly disappears and Hamlin sets out to
trace her
The officer smiled, shaking hi* head
"I'm sure I don't know, my man," he
returned carelensly. "Come back with
Harrett and hia ladylove, likely. Why?"
suddenly Interested by the expression
on the other’s face. "What's hap-
pened? Is there anything wrong?"
the Colonel's questions frankly.
This, then, was the only time you
have met since your arrival?"
“Yes, sir.’’
clue to their participation. Moreover
he was seriously handicapped by Igno-
rance of any motive. Why should they
desire to gain possession of the girl?
CHAPTER XXII.
And this Mrs. Dupont? You have | it could not be money, or the hope of
ransom. What then? Was It some
accident which had involved her in
the toils prepared for another? If so.
were thos? unexpected orders for Ma-
jor McDonald a part of the conspiracy,
or had their receipt complicated the
had a previous acquaintance with I
her?"
"Some years ago."
"You consider her a dangerous
woman ?"
"I know her to be utterly unscrupu-
lous, sir. 1 am prepared to state that 1 affair? The Sergeant was a soldier,
she is here under false pretenses, not a detective, and could only follow
claiming to be a niece of Major Me- \ a straight road in his investigation.
Donald s I do not know her real pur He must circle w idely until he found
pose, but am convinced it ia an evil j
A Deepening Mystery.
Startled and bewildered as Hamlin
was by this sudden revealment. he at
once comprehended the embarrasb
ment of his own position. He could
not confess all he knew, certainly not i one."
the fact that the girl had met him se- The Colonel shook his head doubt- j
creily and had vanished while he was fully, glancing at the silent adjutant,
endeavoring to turn aside Mrs. Du- j “That remains to be proven, Ser-
poni He must protect her at all ha*- 1 geant. 1 have, of course, met the lady,
ards To gain time, and self-control, and found her pleasant and agreeable
he replied with a question: as a companion. Deuced pretty, too;
"Did not Connors drive them down.' hey, Benson? Why do you say she
sir?" j masquerades as McDonald's niece?"
“Yes, the four of them.
"And Major McDonald
then
knew
that he was ordered East?"
“No, the order came by telegram
later. An orderly was sent down about
- , ten o'clock But, see here. Sergeant, l
CHAPTER XXI.—Continued. am no Bureau of Information. If you
He tramped aloDg the brightly jlln- have anything to report, make It
mined street, and out upon the dark brjef."
road leading up the bluff to the forri Hamlin glanced at the face of the
his mind occupied with the events of othfcr He knew little about him, ex
"Because her maiden name w as Car-
son and the Major's sister married a
man named Counts."
“There might have been another
marriage. Surely McDonald must
know.”
Miss Molly says not. Colonel. He
has known nothing of his sister for
over twenty years, and accepted this
woman on her word.”
Well, well! Interesting situation: I
the evening, and those other incidents cepj that he had the reputation of be- ; hey, Benson? Like to get to the bot-
leading up to them. There was no
doubt that Miss McDonald and her fa-
ther had returned to their home. But
what could he do to assist her? The
very knowledge that she had volun-
tarily appealed to him, that she had
come to him secretly with her trouble,
brought strange happiness Moreover
hia former acquaintance with Mrs. Du- jjer in.
pont gave him a clue to the mystery.
Yet how was he going to unravel the
threads, discover the motive, find out
the various conspirators? What were
they really after? Money probably, but
possibly revenge. What did the wom-
an know which enabled her to yield
.such influence over McDonald? What
ing a capable officer.
“I will, sir," he responded quickly;
“you may never have heard of the af-
fair, but I was with Miss McDonald
during a little Indian trouble out on
the trail a few months ago."
The officer nodded.
1 heard about that; Gaskins brought
"Well, ever since she has seemed
grateful and friendly. You know how
some women are; well, she is that
kind. Tonight she came to me, be-
cause she didn't seem to know whom
else to go to, and told me of some trou-
ble she was having. I reali*e. Captain
Kane, that it may seem a bit strange
was the trap they proposed springing yOU t|jat a young lady like Miss Mc-
The Sergeant felt that he could solve
these problems If given an opportuni-
ty, but he was handicapped by his po-
sition; he could not leave his troop,
could not meet or mingle with the sus-
pected parties; was tied, hand and
foot, by army discipline. He could not
even absent himself from the post
without gaining special permission He
swore to himself over the hopeless-
Donald. an officer's daughter, would
turn for help to an enlisted man. but
I am telling jou only the truth, sir
You 6ee, she got It Into her head
somehow that 1 was square, and—and,
well, that I cared enough to help her."
"Walt a minute. Sergeant,” broke in
Kane, kindly, realizing the other's em
barrassment, and resting one hand on
his sleeve. "You do not need to apolo-
gize for Miss McDonald. I know some-
thing of what is going on at this post,
although, damn me If I've ever got on
| to the straight facts. You mean that
. Dupont woman?"
"Yes, she's concerned In the matter,
i bat there are others also.”
"Why couldn’t the girl tell her fa
! ther?”
That is where the main trouble lies,
j Captain. Major McDonald seems to
be completely under the control of
Mrs. Dupont. He is apparently afraid
of her for some reason. That is what
tom myself. Damme If it don’t sound
like a novel. However, the thing be-
fore us right now is to discover what
has become of Miss McDonald." He
straightened up in his chair, then
leaned across the table. "Captain
Kane, make a thorough examination of , some trail to follow as patiently as^ an
McDonald s quarters first. If the girl Indian. There would be
•I Am Not
In Charge
Donald."
of Mis* Me-
is not found there, detail two men to
accompany Sergeant Hamlin on a
search of the town.'*
"Very well, sir; come on, Sergeant"
"Just a moment—if we find the trail
leads beyond the town are we author-
ized to continue?"
"Certainly, yes. Adjutant, write out
the order. Anything more?"
“1 should prefer two men of my own
troop, sir, mounted.'
tracks left
somewhere, if he could only discover
them. If this was a hasty occurrence,
in any way an accident something was
sure to be left uncovered, some slip re-
veal the method. He would trace the
movements of the father first, and
then search the saloons and gambling
dens for the two men. Though unsuc-
cessful with Mrs. Dupont, he knew
how to deal with such as they.
The stage agent was routed out of
bed and came to the door, revolver In
BY MILDRED CAROLINE GOOD-
RIDGE.
Wherever he looked, whether at a
lovely sunset scene or some radiant
picture, he saw a sheen of gold red
hair, a cheek the hue of a rose leaf
and eyes as tender as the softest
moonlight. It affected the heart like
j enchanted music. The hushed dreams
of youth were awakened and his pulse
bounded at the alarm.
He sat now—he, Norman Dacey—
young, rich in money but dissatisfied
of soul, telling the story of it all to his
closest friend, Eliott Hughes. As he
spoke bis subdued tones reminded of
a poet traversing some sweet and ten-
der lay, for into his barren life had
| come a purpose—to find one woman
he had seen and to tell her that be
loved her.
All about them was the luxury and
refinement of a magnificent home that
had resounded to the chatter and song
and gavety of brocaded dames and
radiant bejeweled demoiselles. Now,
however, there was only a flashing
recollection of a homespun garb, plain
and simple, and the old-fashioned
brooch Dacey had been showing hia
friend, valued more than the Dacey
family jewels.
“Two months," he was saying, “and
it seems like two years. It was just
beyond the village that the team took
fright at a passing automobile. I was
thrown out. It was the gash from a
deep cut that was the most serious. I
was stunned. Then between that and
the hospital there was one supreme
moment. It was when I saw’ her.”
"You have told that, Dacey,” broke
in Hughes in a tone of slight raillery.
"She was lovely as an hour! and all
that.”
“She was simply a girl, an innocent,
beautiful girl,” resented Dacey grave-
ly. “A man stood at a little distance,
probably a relative. She had torn a
scarf from her throat and was trying
to staunch the blood from my wound.
I recall one look into those pitying
soul-like eyes. Then the blackness of
death again. I was taken to the hos-
pital. They told me there that if the
"Very well; Bee to it. Captain.”
The two men walked down past the j hand, startled and angry,
dark row of officers’ houses, the Ser- j "Who?” he repeated. "Major Mc-
geant a step to the rear on the nar- | Donald? How the hell should I know”
row cinder parh. McDonald’s quarters Some officer went out—yes; heavy set
were as black as the others, and there man with a mustache. I didn't pay
was no response from within when any attention to him; had government
transportation. There were two other
passengers, both men, ranchers, 1
reckon; none in the station at all.
What's that, Jane?”
A woman's voice spoke from out the
darkness behind.
"Was the soldier asking if Major
the coach
Miss Molly spoke to me about We ______,
were on the side porch at the hotel ! swung down from his saddle at the
Kane rapped at the door. They tried
the rear entrance with the same re-
sult—the place was plainly unoccu-
pied.
"Pick out your men, Hamlin,” the
Captain said sternly, "and I’ll call the
stable guard."
Ten minutes later, fully equipped McDonald went East on
for field service, the three troopers cir- i Sam?”
cled the guard-house and rode rapidly “Sure; what do you know about It?’
down the dark road toward the yellow "Why, I was outside when they start
lights of the town. The Sergeant ex- j ed." she explained, “and the man in
plained briefly the cause of the expedi- j uniform wasn’t the Major. "I know
tion, and the two troopers, experienced him by sight, for he’s been down here
Soldiers, asked no unnecessary ques- a dozen times when 1 was at the desk
tions Side by side the three men rode j This fellow was about his size, but
silently into the town, and Hamlin j dark and stoop-shouldered
‘And the others?” asked Hamlin
home to IiIh wife to smile over the
ridiculous infatuation of Dacey,” the
latter to Still more determinedly seek
some tram of the mysterious unknown
whose bonny fuwaa with him every-
where. .
After (lint ho spent days and then
weekt In a constant effort to trace
down the being he could not dismiss
from his thoughts. And then, one chill
blustering November night, as he sat
In the library of his lonely homo gaz-
ing moodily Into the glowing grate, a
tap at the long French window
brought him to his feet as if a ma-
gician's wund was ariouncing all in a
moment the culmination of hi* fond-
est dreams.
He saw a forlorn form appear be-
fore the casement and falter there He
saw a wan, agitated face and drip-
ping, storm-beaten garments. In an
Instant he had drawn open the win-
dow, and she, the lady of his dreams,
tottered Into the room and fell to the
nearest chair, where she drooped like
a wilted flower.
Infinite pity swelled in his heart at
a sight of her helplessness, her woeful
plight. Love reinsplred sent his heart
beating high as he realized that his
long quest was over and done.
She raised her eyeB at last to mur-
mur his name, to draw from her bo6om
—the pocketbook he had lost.
"You are Mr. Dacey,” Bhe faltered.
“This Is yours, I must go."
“No! No!” cried Dacey, blocking
the way. Then he saw her reel with
a terrified cry. The windows behind
Dacey opened and a rough-looking man
intruded—the man he had seen once
before with the girl.
“Ah, I have found you, have I, Glo-
ria?” hissed the intruder. “You had
that all of the time—”
The speaker made a dive for the
pocketbook. Dacey put out his Btrong
arm.
“Do not harm him,” pleaded the girl
piteously. "He has kept me a pris-
oner, he has nearly starved me be-
cause I would not give up the pocket-
book which I wrenched from him. But
he Is my brother—and it waa all his
cruel lust for gold.”
“I picked it up, did I not?” cried the
man. “I did not steal it At least I
am entitled to a reward.”
“Take it and—go," said Dacey stern-
ly.
With a gloating cry of joy the man
sped from the room, holding the cov-
eted money to his breast like a wild
beast clasping its prey. Dacey re-
closed the windows, pressed a buttop
in the wall and told the servant who
answered to summon his widowed sis-
ter.
"Sit down, please,” spoke Dacey, as
wondering Leah Davelin entered the
room. "I have a story to telL”
How Bweetly soft he told it! How
the sympathetic tears came to his lov-
ing sister, how the eyes of the breath-
less, marveling Gloria Burley seemed
to take it all In as if it were some
beautiful dream. And then In her
weakness and exnaustion she sank In-
to insensibility, but with a seraphio
smile upon her face, as If after strife,
storm and privation she had been
awarded a glimpse of some beautiful
heaven.
Abruptly Dacey left the room, the
woman he loved In the friendly charge
of his sister. It was a new Gloria,
revived, whom he met the next ^ay—
the happy day, the day of his life im-
memorial that he asked her to become
his wife.
(Copyright, 1913. by W. G. Chapman.)
TRUTH ABOUT WALL STREET
Philosopher in Humorous Journal
Tells of Things That Are and
That Might Have Been.
door of the dance hall. With a word [ eagerly.
to the guard he crossed the floor to in “j didn't know either of them, only
tercept Mrs. Dupont. The latter re- j i noticed one had a black beard."
warded his approach with astonish- -a very large, burly fellow?”
ment, her hand on Captalq Barrett's ->,'o, 1 don’t think so I didn’t pay
blue sleeve. special attention to any of them, only
^_____________ “Certainly not." she replied rather l0 wonder who the officer was, ’cause
He isn’t He’s a tin-horn gambler, sharply to his first question. "I am not \ never remembered seein’ him here
known in the saloons as ’Reb.’ a big i in charge of Miss McDonald. She is i before at Dodge, but. as I recollect,
duffer, wearing a black beard." : no doubt amusing herself somewhere; ; The fellow with a beard was rather un-
“All right, so on; 1 don’t know him." possibly lyine down over at the hotel; ; dersized; had a shaggy buffalo-skin
“Well, 1 stepped into the room to j she complained of a headache earlier j cap on."
In the evening Why do you come to
talking while the dancers were at sup-
per—it was the only opportunity the
girl had to get away—and Mrs. Dupont
and her husband came into the par
lor—”
"Her husband? Good Lord. I thought
her husband was dead.
"May I Ask if Major McDonald Has
Returned to the Post?"
ness of the situation, as he tramped
through the blackness toward the
guard house. The sentinel glanced at
his pass, scrutinizing It by the light of
a fire, and thrust the paper into his
pocket. Hamlin advanced, and at the
corner saluted the officer of the day.
who had just stepped out of the guard-
house door.
"Good evening. Sergeant.” the latter
said genially “Just in from town? 1 ) low before I left, and she could not get
expect they are having some dance in here without passing the guard-
down there tonight." house '
"Yes. sir," hesitatingly, and then Kane stared Into the Sergeant's face
Venturing the inquiry: “May 1 ask If a moment, and then out across the pa-
keep the two apart, leaving the girl
alone outside. We had a bit of talk
before I got the room cleared, and
when I went back to the porch. Miss
Molly had gone.”
“Dropped over the railing to the
ground."
"That's what I thought at the time,
sir. but what happened to her after
that? She didn’t return to the hotel;
she was not at the dance hall, and
hasn't come back to the post ”
“The hell you say! Are you sure?"
“I am; 1 searched for her high and
"Yes," broke in the Captain, “that
is what 1 wish to know, Hamlin. By
what authority are you here?"
“The orders of the Colonel command-
:ng. sir. respectfully, yet not permit
ting his glance to leave the woman's
face. You insist then, madam, that
you know nothing of the girl’s disap-
pearance?"
No!” defiantly, her cheeks red.
“Nor of what has become of Con-
nors. or your ranch manager?"
She shrugged her shoulders, endeav-
oring to smile
"The parties mentioned are of very
small interest to me."
And Major McDonald," he insisted,
\«a1or McDonald has returned to the rade ground. A yellow- light winked ; utterly ignoring the increasing anger
.v. ____. .... hoiciiitA hpr Pnsfti hlv
post 7
McDonald'’ No.” he glanced at his
watch. "He had orders to go east to
Ripley on the stage. That was due out
about an hour ago.”
"To Ripley? By stage?" the Ser-
geant repeated the words, dazed
"Why— whv what has become of Miss me. I believe the lass will turn up all
McDonald?" I right, but it does look rather queer."
in the Colonel s office, occasionally
blotted out by the passing figure of a
sentry. The officer came to a prompt
decision.
"The ‘old man’ is over there yet,
grubbing at some papers Come on
over, and tell him what you have told
of the officer beside her. "Possibly
you were aware of his departure?
•Yes.” more deliberately; "he told
me of his orders, and bade me good-
bye later. So fas ar Connors is con-
cerned. he was to have the carriage
here for us at two o'clock. Is that all,
Mr Sergeant Hamlin?"
"You better make it all." threatened
Plainly enough the man was not Du-
pont. and McDonald had not departed
on the stage, while some other, pre-
tending to be he, possibly wearing his
clothes to further the deceit, had
taken the seat reserved in the coach.
Baffled, bewildered by this unexpected
discovery, the Sergeant swung back
into his saddle, not knowing which
way to turn.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Land of Small Opportunity.
Census reports from the Panama
canal zone give the population there
today as 63,810. of which about 42.000
are employes of the canal commission
the Panama railroad and of the vari-
ous canal contractors. Generally
speaking, the soil is not suitable for
farming It is not likely that Amer-
icans will be attracted, and since
other occupants than Americans, for
obvious reasons, are not desirable.
Colonel Goetbals is In favor of the de-
population of the zone, except so far
as it will occupied by canal opera-
tives and by the military' necessary for
the protection of the canal.
TOUCH OF COUNTRY IN
P|jY Many of these squtrrels are lively coming from a bath
I young fellows, born last April, who in j from dawn to sunset, and on moon
. . ihe early spring will set up housekeep light nights such as we now have it
Squirrels In Indianapolis coo for themselves These squirrels may be seen having high fun dlsport-
Freedom and Made ets y are Chickarees, which sounds much iE( Itself under the trees. It does not
Classes ofjhe Citizens. I ,|k# thp name Qf a trlbe of red men
This variety is found from Maine to
It is on the alert wardness of one of the gentlemen who
Invariably rode over the hounds. At
one of the meets the M. F. H. rode
up to the awkward hunter and. in the I vuujuu-™ - ““
1 u I.- ■•Mr Ro- unknown young woman and your miss-
several parts of the city it Is
:r.g Itself under the trees,
hibernate, and while it may
many enemies in the forest it has in
Saw a Forlorn Form Appear.
tourlquet had not been so promptly
applied I would have bled to death."
"And nothing of the girl since?”
questioned Hughes.
"Nothing save this,” replied Dacey,
exhibiting the brooch in his palm.
"They found it Inside of my vest,
where it must have dropped from the
scarf. It is a miniature portrait, not
of the girl, although it somewhat re-
sembles her.”
"Probably of her mother.”
"On its back is a graven initial. I
wonder,” and the dreamy eyes of the
speaker had a longing, far-away ex-
pression—"I wonder if that is the in-
itial of her name—G ”
“Grace. Georgiana,” suggested
Hughes—“no, Gineora, or—Gloria.”
“I shall know some day,” asserted
Dacey determinedly. “You are laugh-
ing at me. Did you never hear of love
at first sight? A mere glance in the
moonlight bound you irrevocably to
your wife.”
Hughes flushed and looked con-
scious. He evaded a direct reply by
saying lightly:
‘•■Well. I am at least glad to see your
mind roused out of the torpor of your
habitual ennui. If you can take any
interest in pursuing this extravagant
phantom, keep it up. Let me see,
though—I believe you told me that the
accident was costly to you in more
ways than one?”
"You mean the trifle I lost?” ob-
served Dacey.
“You call five hundred dollars in
money a trifle!”
“The money does not trouble me,”
replied Dacey carelessly. “I may have
lo6t it before the accident.”
“Has it struck you,” insinuated
Hughes, “that the conjunction of an
the middle ! the cities practically only one, the cat.
evidence^lthe - south as Tennessee | -Indianapolis News.
lawns than ever before, and that they
have little or no fear of any one. even
boys having come to treat these Inter-
esting relics of the primeval forest
with kindness and consideration. |
and Virginia. It Is the hardiest of--
the American squirrels and seems to Didn’t Improve Situation,
enjoy the winter. It may be seen There was a certain master of fox-
tunneling under the snow, shaking hounds in one of the English shires
its fur clean when it emerges, as if who was greatly angered by the awk- [ Put on 1 em or m
most chilling tones, said: "Mr. So-
have and-so. there are two dogs In the peck
today, Snap and Tatters, which 1 am
especially fond of and I would esteem
it a favor if you would avoid killing or
maiming them with your horse s
hoofs.” “Certainly, my dear fellow,"
replied Mr. So-and-so, "but. as I do not
know them will you be kind enough to
Out of the fusillade of ideas
brought on by the Wall street investi-
gations, something is sure to result.
Already the dawn is putting the fog
to rout. It is clear now that Wall
street had a number of very painful
things the matter with it, but totally
without being aware of the fact. As
soon as Wall street found that it was
in pain, it was among the first to ask
for a doctor. And the rest of us, as
the fog altitudinizes, know that all
of the little fliers which we took In
stocks would have brought forth
handsome returns If only the stock
exchange had been incorporated or
if somebody hadn’t washed a sale on
some other day except the regular
wash day, or if some person, in a mo-
ment of carelessness (it certairly
wasn't intentional), hadn't left a
screw loose somewhere.
All that, however, has passed, or
nearly passed. The time Is nearin.j
when the most immature lamb can
walk boldly into any Wall street em-
porium without a chaperon. There tie
will be met by a specially selected
committee of affable and unselfish
brokers. After curling himself up in
the capacious depths of a luxurious
leather lounge, he can lay his stake
at random, be it large or small, and
then he can dismiss it from his mird,
serene in the perfect certitude that,
owing to the expurgating which Wall
street has been subjected to, nobody
can lose, and least of all the outsid-
ers. If there is any losing to be done,
the insiders will make sure It will fa ll
upon their own broad and brawny
shoulders.
And now, Grldley, If the ticker is
in working order, you may bring on
the milk and honey.—Life
ing pocketbook may have some con-
nection r*
“I would swear to the honor and
purity of that 6weet soul,
Dacey.
Christianity Not New to China.
The remarkable recognition of
Christianity by the new Chinese gov-
ernment is the most striking stage
in a story which has covered nearly
a millennium and a half. For Chri»
cried 1 tianity firet reached China nearly s
century before Augustine landed ol
"Have your way,” laughed Hughes, the Isle of Thanet. Not from Europe.
“I only hope you may find the real however. Nestorian missionariet
to compare favorably with the ideal.” from Persia and Kepaul came to ChV
The friends separated, Hughes to go na In the year 506.
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Ragland, J. H. The Okeene Leader. (Okeene, Okla.), Vol. 7, No. 46, Ed. 1 Friday, June 13, 1913, newspaper, June 13, 1913; Okeene, Oklahoma. (https://gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc1173262/m1/2/: accessed April 23, 2024), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, https://gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.