The Peoples' Voice (Norman, Okla.), Vol. 17, No. 30, Ed. 1 Friday, February 5, 1909 Page: 2 of 8
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STORY
Football vs. Prayer.
Willie, aged five, was taken by his
father to his first football game. The
feature that caught his chief approval,
however, did not become evident till
he said his prayers that night. To the
horror of his parents, Willie prayed
with true football snap:
God bless papa,
God bless mamma,
God bless Willie;
Boom! Rah! Rah!
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SYNOPSIS.
Tin- story opens in New York, Hoy Car- !
denliue, the story-teller. Inspecting u queer |
reptile owned by George Godfrey of Ttf- \
fnny's. Roy, and Harris and Plerpont.
two friends, depart on a hunting trip to
Cardinal Woods, a ratlu-r obscure local-
ity. Harris revealed the fact that tie hail I
joined the secret service for the purpose
of running down a gang of gold makers.
Prof. I^aGrange. on discovering the j
gang's formula, hail been mysteriously ]
killed. Harris received a telegram of in-
structions. He and Plerpont set out to
locate the gold making gat g- A valet re-
ported seeing a queer Chinaman in tin,- j
supposedly untenanted woods. Hoy went
hunting.
CHAPTER III.—Continued.
The (lop; sprang to the front, circled
once, zigzagged through ihe ferns
around us and, till in a moment, sill'
fened slock still, rigid as sculptured
bronze. 1 stepped forward, raising my
gun, two paces, three paces, ten per-
haps, before a great cock-grouse blun-
dered up from the brake and burst
through the thicket fringe toward the
deeper growth. There was a Hash and
puft frtim my gun, a crash of echoe.-i
among the low wooded cliffs, and
through the faint veil of smoke some- i
thing dark dropped from mid-air amid ]
a cloud of feathers, brown as the |
brown leaves under foot.
"Fetch!"
Up from the ground sprang Voyou,
and in a moment he came galloping
back, neck arched, tail stiff but wav-
ing, holding tenderly in his pink mouth
a mass of mottled bronzed feathers.
Very gravely he laid the bird at my
feet and crouched close beside it, his
silky ears across his paws, his muzzle
on the ground.
1 dropped the grouse into my pocket,
held for a moment a silent caressing
communion with Voyou, then swung
my gun under my arm and motioned
the dog on.
It must have been five o'clock when
I walked into a little opening in the
woods and sat do\vn to breathe. Voyou
came and sat down in front of me.
"Well?" I inquired.
Voyou gravely presented one paw
which'I took.
"We will never get back in time for
dinner," said I, "so we might as well
take It easy. It's all your fault, you
know. Is there a brier in your foot''
Let's see—there! it's out. my friend,
and you are free to nose about and
lick It. If you loll your tongue out
you'll get it all over twigs and moss,
t'an't you lie down and try to pant
less? No, there Is no use in sniffing
and looking at that fern patch, for!
wo are going to smoke a little, doze
a little, and go home by moonlight.
Think of Howlett's despair when we
are not in time! Think of all the
stories you will have to tell to Gamin
and Mloche! Think what a good dot;
you have been! There—you are tired,
old chap; take 40 winks with me."
Voyou was a little tired. Me
stretched out on the leaves at my feet,
but whether or not he really slept 1
could not be certain, until Ills hind
legs twitched and 1 knew he was
dreaming of mighty deeds.
Now 1 may have taken 40 winks, hut
the sun seemed to be no lower when 1
sat up and unclosed my lids. Voyou
granite. It scarcely seemed possible
that the symmetry of tree and lawn
and lucent pool could have been one
of nature's accidents. I had never be-
foreseen this glade nor had I ever
heard it spoken of by either Pierpont
or Harris. It was a marvel, this dia-
mond clear Ixtsin, regular and grace-
ful as a Roman fountain, set in the
gem of turf. And these great trees—
they also belonged, not in America
but in some legend-haunted forest of
France, where moss-grown marbles
stand neglected in dim glades, and the
twilight of the forest shelters fairies
and slender shapes from shadow-lalud.
I lay and watched the sunlight show-
ering the tangled thicket where masses
of crimson cardinal-flowers glowed, or
where one long dusty sunbeam tipped
the edge of the floating leaves in the
pool, turning them to palest gilt.
There were birds, too, passing through
the dim avenues of trees like jets of
flame—the gorgeous cardinal-bird
that gaio to the woods, to the village
15 miles away, to the whole county,
the name of Cardinal.
I rolled over on my back and looked
tip at the sky. How pale—paler than
a robin's egg—it was. I seemed to be
lying at the bottom of a well, walled
with verdure, high towering on every
side. And as I lay, ail about me the
air became sweet scented. Sweeter
and sweeter and more penetrating
grew the perfume, and I wondered
what stray, breeze, blowing over acres
of lilies, could have brought it. But
there was no breeze; the air was still.
A gilded fly alighted on my hand—a
honey-fly. It was as troubled as I
by the scented silence.
CHAPTER IV.
Then, behind me. my dog growled.
I sat quite still at first, hardly breath-
ing, but my eyes were fixed on a shape
that moved along the edge of the pool
among the meadow grasses. The dog
had ceased growling and was now star-
ing, alert and trembling.
At last I rose and walked rapidly
down to the pool, my dog following
close to heel.
The figure, a woman's, turned slowly
toward us.
She was standing still when I ap-
proached the pool. The forest around
us was so silent when I spoke the
sound of my own voice startled me.
"No," she said, and her voice was
smooth as flowing water. "I have not
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Have you stiff or Fwollen Joints, no mat-
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Munyon s Kheuaiati m iU'inody und tco
tow quickly you will be cured.
If you I ave any Kidney or Madder trou-
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"The Figure — a Woman's — Turned
Slowly to Me."
raised ills head, saw in m\ eyes that
I was not going yet, thumped his tall 1
half a dozen times on the dried leaves,
and set lied back with a sigh.
I looked lazily around, and for the
first time noticed what a wonderfully
beautiful spot 1 had chosen for n
nap. It was an oval glade In the
heart of the forest, level and carpeted j
with green grass. The trees that sur-
rounded It were gigantic; they formed
one towering circular wall of verdure,
blotting out all except the turquoise
blue of the sky-oval above. And now
1 noticed that In tho center of tin'
greensward lay a pool of water, crys-
tal ciear, glimmering like a mirror In
tho meadow grass, beside a block of
"I Saw Her Eyes Were Fixed on My
Forehead."
lost my way. Will he come to me,
your beautiful dog?"
Before I could speak, Voyou crept
to her and laid his silky head against
her knees.
"Hut surely," said I, "you did not
come here alone."
"Alone? I did come alone."
"Hut the nearest settlement Is
Cardinal, probably 19 miles from
where we are standing."
"I do not know Cardinal." she said.
"Ste. Croix in Canada is 40 miles
least—how did you come inlo the
Cardinal Woods?" I asked amazed.
"Into the woods?" she repeated a
little Impatiently.
"Yes."
She did not answer at first but stood
caressing Voyou with gentle phrase
and gesture.
"Your beautiful dog I am fond of,
but I am not fond of being ques-
tioned," she said quietly. "My name is
Ysonde and I came to the fountain
here to see your dog."
i was properly quenched. After a
moment or two I did say that in an-
other hour It would be growing dusky,
but she neither replied nor looked at
me.
"This," I ventured, "Is a beautiful
pool—you call it a fountain—a de-
licious fountain! I have never before
seen It. It is hard to imagine that
nature did all this."
"Is it ?" she said.
"Don't you think so?" I asked.
"I haven't thought; I wish when
you go you would leave me your dog."
"My—my dog?"
"If you don't mind," she said
sweetly, and looked at me for Ihe
first time in the face.
For an instant our glances met,
then she grew grave, and I saw that
her eyes were fixed on my forehead.
Suddenly she rose and drew nearer
looking intently at my forehead. There
was a faint mark there, a tiny cres-
cent, just over my eyebrow. It was
a birthmark.
"Is that a scar?" she demanded
drawing nearer.
"That crescent-shaped mark? No."
"No? Are you sure?" she insisted.
"Perfectly," I replied, astonished.
"A—a birthmark?"
"Yes—may 1 ask why?"
As she drew away from me, I saw
that the color hnd fled from her
cheeks. For a second she clasped both
hands over her eyes as if to shut
out my face, then slowly dropping her
hands, she sat down on a long square
block of stone which half encircled the
basin, and on which to my amazement
i saw carving. Voyou went to her
again and laid his head in her lap.
"What V] your name?" she asked at
length.
"Roy Cardenhe."
"Mine is Ysonde. I carved these
dtagon-fiies on the stone, these fishes
and shells and butterflies you see."
"You! They are wonderfully deli-
cate—but those are not American
dragon-flies."
"No—they are more beautiful. See,
I have my hammer and chisel with
me."
She drew from a queer pouch at her
side a small hammer and chisel and
held them toward me.
"You are very talented," I said;
"where did you study?"
"I? 1 never studied—I knew how.
I saw things and cut them out of
stone. Do you like them? Some time
I will show you other things that I
have done. If I had a great lump of
bronze I could make your dog, beauti-
ful as he is."
Her hammer fell into the fountain
and I leaned over and plunged my arm
into the water to find It.
"It is there, shining on Ihe sand,"
she said, leaning over the pool with
me.
"Where," said I, looking at our re-
flected faces in tho water. For it was
only in the water that I had dared,
as yet, to look her long in the face.
The pool mirrored the exquisite
oval of her head, the heavy hair, the
eyes. I heard the silken rustle of her
girdle. I caught the flash of a white
arm, and the hammer was drawn up
dripping with spray.
The troubled surface of the pool
grew calm and again I saw her eyes
reflected.
"Listen," she said in a low voice,
"do you think you will come again
to my fountain?"
"I will come," I said. My voice
was dull; the noise of water filled my
ears.
Then a swift shadow sped across the
pool; I rubbed my eyes. Where her
reflected face had b6nt beside mine
there was nothing mirrored but the
rosy evening sky with one pale star
glimmering. I drew myself up and
turned. She was gone. I saw the faint
star twinkling above me in the after-
glow. I saw Ihe tall trees motionless
in the still evening air. I saw my dog
slumbering at my feet.
The sweet scent in the air had
faded, leaving in my nostrils the
heavy odor of fern and forest mold.
A blind fear seized me, and I caught
up my gun and sprang into the dark-
ening woods. The dog followed me,
crashing through the undergrowth at
my side. Duller and duller grew the
light, but I strode on, the sweat pour-
ing from my face and hair, my mind
a chaos. How I reached the spinney
I can hardly tell. As I turned up the
path I caught a.glimpse of a human
face peering at me from the darkening
thicket—a horrible human face, yel-
low and drawn with high-boned cheeks
and narrow eyes.
Involuntarily I halted; the dog at
my heels snarled. Then I sprang
straight at it, floundering blindly
through the thicket, but the night had
fallen swiftly and I found myself pant-
ing and struggling in a maze of twist-
ed shrubbery and twining vines, un-
able to see Ihe very undergrowth that
ensnared me.
It was a pale face, and a scratched
one that 1 carried to a late dinner that
night Howlett served me, dumb re
proach in his eyes, for the soup had
been standing and the grouse was
juiceless.
David brought the dogs in after they
had had their supper, and 1 drew my
chair before the blaze and set my ale
on a table beside me. The dogs
curled up at my feet, blinking gravely
at the sparks that snapped and flew
In eddying showers from the heavy
logs.
"David," said I, "did you say you
saw a Chinaman to-day?"
"I did, sir."
"What do you think about it now?"
"I may have been mistaken, sir—"
"Hut you think not. What sort of
whisky did you put in my flask to-
day?"
"The usual, sir."
' Is there much gone?"
"About three swallows, sir, as
usual."
"You don't suppose there could have
been any mistake about that whisky
—no medicine could have gotten into
it, for Instance?"
David smiled and said: "No, sir."
"Well," said I. "I have had an ex-
traordinary dream."
When I said "dream," I felt com-
forted and reassured. I had scarcely
dared to say It before, even to my-
self.
"An extraordinary dream," I re-
peated; "I fell asleep in the woods
about live o'clock, in that pretty glade
where the fountain—I mean the pool
is. You know the place?"
"I do not, sir."
I described it minutely, twice, but
David shook his head.
"Carved stono did you say, sir? I
never chanced on It. You don't mean
tho New Spring—"
"No, no! This glade is way beyond
that. Is it possible that any people I
Inhabit the forest between here and
tho Canada lino?"
"Nobody short of Ste. Croix; al least
I have no knowledge of any."
"Of course," said I. "when I thought !
I saw a Chinaman, it was imaglnatloi
Of course I had been more Itnpressei.
than I was aware of by your adven-
ture. Of course you saw no China-
man, David."
"Probably not, sir," replied David,
dubiously.
(TO BE CONTINI KD.)
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