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Tfflt WOKMAN DJEMOCKAT-TO IC, NOKMAN, OKLAHOMA, FRIDAY, APRIL 2, 1913.
Peg o' My
Heart
By
J. HARTLEY MANNERS
A Comedy of Youth founded by
Mr Manner* on Hi* Great Pl*>
ot the Sami Title - Illus-
tration) From Photo-
graphs ot the Play
Copyright, 1913, by Dodd, Mead A
Company.
Mrs. Chichester rose too. "I can'
Bee; any owe," she said imperatively.
"Nor I," added Alnric. "I'm all
strung up." He turned to Jarvls. "Tell
Mr. Brent we're very Horry, but"—
"I'll see lilm," Interrupted Ethel, al
most animatedly. "Bring Mr. Brent
here, Jarvls."
As Jarvls went In search of Mr.
Brent Mrs. Chichester went up the
great stairs. "My head Is throbbing.
I'll go to my room."
"Don't you worry, mater," consoled
Alaric. "Leave everything to me. I'll
thrash the whole thing out"
As Mrs. Chichester disappeared Alar-
ic turned to his calm sister, who,
strangely enough, was showing some
signs of life and Interest
"Really going to teach?"
"Yes."
"Right! I'll tlnd something, too-
very likely a doctor. We'll pull through
somehow
Ethel made a motion toward the door
as though to stop any further conver-
sation.
"Mr. Brent's coming," she said, al-
most Impatiently.
Alaric started for the window lead-
lug into the garden.
"Jolly good of you to let him bore
you. 1 hate the Night of the beggar
myself. Always looks to me like the
first conspirator at a play."
The door opened, and Jarvls entered
and ushered In "Mr. Brent" Alaric
hurried Into the garden.
A few words of description of Chris-
tian Brent might be of interest since
he represents a type that society al-
ways has with it.
They begin by deceiving others; they
end by deceiving themselves.
Christian Brent was a dark, tense,
eager, scholarly looking man of twen
ty-eigin yeprs of age. Ills career as a
diplomatist was halted at its outset by
an early marriage with the only daugh-
ter of a prosperous manufacturer.
Brent was moderately Independent In
his «vn right, but the addition of his
wife s dowry seemed to destroy all am-
bition He no longer found interest in
carrying messages to the various lega-
tions or embassies of Europe or in fill-
ing a routine position as some one's
secretary. From being an Intensely
eager man of affairs he drlftod Into a
social lounger the lapdog of the draw-
ing room-where the close breath of
some rare perfume meant more than
the clash of interests and the conquest
of a woman greater than that of a na-
tion.
Just at this period Ethel Chichester
was the especial object of his adora-
tion.
Her beauty appealed to him.
Her absolute indifference to him
stung him as a lash. It seemed to be-
little his powers or attraction. Conse-
quently he redoubled his efforts.
Ethel showed neither like nor dislike
—Just a form of toleration. Brent ac-
cepted this, u a dog a crumb, In the
hope of something more substantial
to follow. He had come that morn-
ing with a tlxed resolve. Ills man-
ner was determined. His voice woo «d
as a caress. He went tenderly to
Ethel the moment the door closed on
Jarvls
"How are you?" he asked, and there
was a note of subdued passion in his
tone.
"Fair,'' replied Ethel without even
looking at him.
"Where is your mother?" suggesting
that much depended on the answer.
"Lying down." answered Ethel truth-
fully and without auy feeling.
"And Alaric?"
"in the garden."
"Then we have a moment or two—
alone? ' Brent put a world of meau-
ing iuto the suggestion.
"V cry likely,'' said Ethel, picking up
a score of "Boheme" and looking at It
as if she saw It for the first time, all
the while watching him through her
half closed eyes.
Blent went to her. "Glad to see
me?" he asked.
"Why not?"
I am glad to see you"—he bent over
her - "more than glad."
"Really?'
He sat beside ber. "Ethel," he whis-
pered Intensely, "I am at the cross
roads."
'Oh!*' commenced Ethel, without any
interest
"If came last night."
"Did it?"
"This is the
myself."
"Is It?"
es -the end.' It's been horrible from
the first—horrible. There's not a word
of mine—not an action—she doesn't
misunderstand."
• IIow boring!" said Ethel blandly.
"She would see harm even in this!"
-Why?"
"She'd think I was here to—to"— He
stopped.
"What?" Innocently inquired Ethel.
"Make love to you." And he looked
earnestly Into her eyes.
She met his look quite frankly and
astonished him with the question.
"Well, aren't you?"
He rose anxiously. "Ethel!"
"Don't you always?" persisted Ethel
"Has it seemed like that to you?"
"Yes." die answered candidly; "by
Insinuation, never straightforwardly."
"Has it offended you?"
"Then you admit it?"
"Oh," he cried passionately, "I wish
I had the right to—to"—
wavered.
end—between Sibyl and
And Ethel looked Htralght at
him.
—"make love to you straightforward
ly." He felt the supreme moment had
almost arrived. Now. he thought, he
would be rewarded for the long wait-
ing—the endless siege to this marvelous
woman who concealed her real nature
beneath that marble casing of an as-
sumed indifference.
He waited eagerly for her answer.
When it came It shocked and revolted
him.
CHAPTER XII.
Ethol and Brent.
ETHEL dropped her gaze from hln
face and said, with the suspicion
of a smile playing around her
lips:
"If you had the right to make love
to me straightforwardly—you wouldn't
do It."
He looked at her in amazement
"What do you mean?" he gasped,
"it's only because you haven't the
light that you do It—by suggestion,"
Ethel pursued.
'How can you nay that?" And he
put ull the heart he was capable of into
the question
"You don't deny It." she said quietly.
He breathed hard and then said bit
terly:
"What a contemptible opinion you
must have of nie!"
"Then we're quits, aren't we?"
"How?" he asked.
"Haven't you one of me?"
"Of you ? Why, Ethel"—
"Surely every married man must
have a contemptible opinion of the wo
man he covertly makes love to. If he
hadn't he couldn't do it, could he?"
Once again she leveled her cold, im-
passive eyes on Brent's flushed face.
"I don't follow you," was all Brent
said.
"Haven't you had time to think of
an answer?"
"1 don't know what you're driving
at," he added.
Ethel smiled her most enigmatical
smile.
"No? I think you do." She waited
moment. Brent said nothing. This
was a new mood of Ethel's. It baffled
him.
Presently she relieved the silence by
asking him:
"What happened last night?"
lie hesitated. Then ho answered:
"I'd rather not say. I'd sound like a
cad blaming a woman."
"Never mind how It sounds. Tell It.
It must have been amusing."
"Amusing!" He l ent over her agalu
Oh, the more 1 look at you and listen
to you tlie more I realize I should uev
er have married."
"Why did you?" came the cool ques
tlon.
Brent answered with all the power
at his command. Here was the mo
inent to lay his heart bare that Ethel
might see.
'Have you ever seen a young hare,
fresh from Its kind, run headlong into
snare? Have you ever seen a young
man free of the trammels of college
dash Into a net? 1 did! 1 wasn't trap
lse."
He paced the room restlessly, all the
Belf pity rising In him. He went on:
"Heavens, what nurslings we ure
hen we first feel our feet! We're
like children Just loose from the lead-
ing strings. Anything that glitters
atches us. Every trap that Is set for
our unwary feet we drop into. 1 did—
dropped in, caught hand and foot, mind
and soul."
"Soul?" queried Ethel, with a note
doubt.
"Yes," he answered.
"Don't you meau body?" she sug-
•sted.
'Body, mind and soul!" he said, with
an air of finality.
'Weil, body anyway," summed up
Ethel.
"And for what?" he went on. "For
hat? Love! Companionship! That
what we build on in marriage. And
hat did 1 realize? Hate and wran'
gling; wrangling. Just as the cominou
herd, with no advantages, wrangle
and make it a part of their lives, the
zest to their union. It's been my curse."
"Why wrangling?" drawled Ethel.
"She didn't understand."
"You?" asked Ethel, in surprise.
"My thoughts, my actions!"
"How curious!"
"You mean you would?"
"Probably."
"I'm sure of it." He tried to take
her band. She drew it away and set-
tled herself comfortably to listen again:
"Tell me more about your wife."
"The slightest attention shown to
any other woman meant a ridiculous,
a humiliating scene."
"Humiliating?"
"Aren't doubt and suspicion humil-
iating?"
"They would be a compliment in
some cases."
"How?"
"They would put a fictitious value on
some men."
"You couldn't humiliate in that way,"
he ventured slowly.
"No. I don't think I could. If a man
showed a preference for any other
woman sue would be quite welcome to
him."
"No man could!" said Brent insin-
uatingly.
She looked at him coldly a moment.
"Let me see—where were you? Just
married, weren't you? Go on."
"Then came the baby." He said
that with a significant meaning and
paused to see the effect on Ethel, if
it had any Ethel effectually concealed !
it Her only comment was:
"Ah!"
Brent Went on:
"One would think that would change j
things But no. Neither of us want i
ed her. Neither of us loves her. Cbii J
dren should come of love, not hate ;
And she Is a child of hate." He paused. I
looking intently at Ethel She looked I
understanding^ at him. then dropped
her eyes.
Brent went on as if following up an j
advantage: "She sits in her little chair, !
her small, wrinkled, old. disillusioned j
face turned to us. with the eyes watch j
i ing us accusingly. She submits to ca-
! resses as though they were distasteful,
j as If she knew they were lies. At1
i times she pushes the nearlng face a way i
with her little baby fingers.' He stop
pod, watching her eagerly. Her eyes
went down.
"I shouldn't tell you this. It's ter-
rible. 1 see It in your face. What are
Again he, fou thinking?"
"I'm sorry," replied Ethel simply. |
•For uie/
"For your wife."
"My wife?" be repeated, aghast
"Yes," said Ethel. "Aren't you? No?
Are you Just sorry for yourself?"
Brent turned imisitlently away. So
this laying open the wound in his life
was nothing to Ethel. Instead of pity
for him, all it engendered In her was
sorrow for his wife.
IIow little women understood him!
Then? was a pathetic catch In his
voice as he turned to Ethel and said
reproachfully:
"You think me purely selfish?"
"Naturally," she answered quickly.
"I am. Why not be truthful about our
selves sometimes? Eh?"
"We quarreled last night—about
you!" he said desperately
"Really?"
"Gossip ban linked us together. My
wife has heard it and put Ihe worst
construction on It"
"Well?"
"We said things to each other last
night that can never be forgiven or
forgotten. I left the bouse and walked
the streets- hours! I looked my whole
life back and through as though It
were some stranger's." He turned ab
He Impulsively Stretched Out
Arms, Embracing Her.
ruptly away to the windows and
stayed a moment, looking down the
drive.
Ethel said nothing.
He came back to her In a few mo
ments.
"1 tell you we ought to be taught—
we ought to be taught, when we are
young, what u* rrlage really means.
Just as we an? taught not to steal, nor
lie, nor sin. In marriage we do all
three-when /vo're 111 m«ied. We steal
affection from some one else, we lie In
our lives, and we sin in our relation-
ship."
Ethel asked him very quietly:
"Do you mean that you are a sinner,
a thief and a liar?"
Brent looked at her in horror.
"Oh, take some of the blame!" said
Ethel. "Don't put it all on the wo
man."
"You've never spoken to me like this
before."
"I've often wanted to," replied Ethel;
then she asked him, "What do you In-
tend doing?"
"Separate," he answered eagerly.
"You don't doctor a poisoned limb
when your life depends on It; you cut
it off When two lives generate a
deadly poison, face the problem as a
surgeon would—amputate."
"And after the operation — what
then?" asked Ethel.
"That Is why I am here facing you.
I)o you understand what I mean?"
"Oh, dear, yes—perfectly! 1 have
been waiting for you to get to the
point."
"Ethel!" and he impulsively stretch
ed out his arms, embracing her.
She drew back slightly, Just out of
his reach.
"Walt." She looked up at him quiz-
zically. "Suppose we generate poison?
What would you do—amputate me?"
"You are different from all other
women."
"Didn't you tell your wife that
when you asked her to marry you?"
He turned away impatiently. "Don't
say those things. Ethel; they hurt."
"I'm afraid. Christian, I'm too frank
Am I not?"
"You stand ulone, Ethel. Y'ou seem
to look Into the hearts of people and
know why and how they beat"
"I do—sometimes it's an awkward
faculty."
He looked at her glowingly. "How
marvelously different two women can
•►e! You—my wife!"
Ethel shook her head and smiled her
calm, dead smile: "We're not really
very different, Christian Only some
natures like change. Yours does. And
the new have all the virtues. Why,
I might not last as long as your wife
did"
"Don't say that. We have a '♦com-
mon bond—understanding."
"Think so?"
"I understand you."
"I wonder."
"You do me."
"Yes-that Is Just the difficulty."
"I tell you I am at the crossroads.
The finger board points the way to me
distinctly.**
"Does it?"
"It does." He leaned across to her.
"Would yon risk It?"
"What?" she asked.
"I'll hide nothing I'll put it aLl be-
fore you the snubs of your friends;
the whisper of a scandal that would
grow Into a roar: afraid to oj* n a
newspaper, fearing what might be
printed in It; life at first in som« lit-
tle continental village, dreading the
pasners through, keeping out of wight
lest they should recognize one. No. It
wouldn't be fair to y^u."
Ethel thought a moment, then an-
swered slowly:
"No. Chris, I don't think it wotuld."
"Yon see 1 am a cad—Jum a nelflsJi
cad!"
"Aren't you?" and site smiled*up«at
him
"I'll uever speak of this again \1
would have spoken now—only—T*m dis-
tracted—completely distracted. Will you
forgive me for speaking as 1 did?"
"Certainly," said Ethel "I'm not
offended On the contrary Anyway,
I'll think It over and let you know."
"You will, really?" he asked greedily,
grasping at the straw of a hope. "You
will really think it over?"
"I will, really "
"And when she sets me free," he
went on, "we could, we could"— He
suddenly stopped
She looked coolly at him as he hesi-
tated and said, "It is a difficult little
word at times, isn't It?" /
"Would you marry me?" he asked,
with a supreme effort
"I never cross my bridges until I
come to them," said Ethel languidly.
"And we're such a long way from that
one. aren't we?"
"Then 1 am to wait?"
"Yes; do," she replied.
CHAPTER XIII.
An Unexpected Arrival.
M|S all your money gone?" Brent
I asked Ethel.
J "1 think so."
"Good heavensl"
"Dear uiamma knows as little about
business as she does about me. Until
this morning she has always had a
rooted belief In her bank and her
daughter. If 1 bolt with you her last
cherished illusion will be destroyed."
"Let me help you," he said eagerly.
"How?" And she looked at him
again with that cold, hard scrutiny.
"Lend us mouey. do you mean?"
He fell into the trap.
"Yes," he said "I'd do that If you'd
let me."
She gave Just the suggestion of a
sneer and turned deliberately away.
He felt the force of the unspoken re
proof.
"I beg your pardon." he said humbly.
She went on as If she had not heard
the offensive suggestion, "So you see
we're both, in a way, at the cross
roads."
II«' seized ber hand fiercely. "Let
me take you away out of it all," he
cried.
She withdrew her hand slowly.
"No." she said, "not Just now. I'm
not In a bolting mood today."
He moved away. She watched him.
Then she called him to her. Some
thing in the man attracted this strange
nature. She could not analyze or de-
fine the attraction. But the Impelling
force was there
He went to her.
Ethel spoke to him for the first time
softly, almost caressingly.
"Chris, some time, perhaps In the
dead of night, something will snap in
me—the slack, selfish, luxurious me, I
that hates to be roused into action—
and the craving for adventure wllJ '
come. Then I'll send for you."
He took her hand again, and this
time she did not draw It away. He
said in a whisper:
"And you'll go with me?"
Ethel stretched lazily and smiled at
him through her half closed eyes.
"I suppose so. Then heaven help
you!"
"Why should we wait?" he cried.
"It will give us the suspense of ex-
pectation."
"1 want you! 1 need you!" he
pleaded
"Until the time comes for amputa
tiou?"
"Don't! Don't!" And he dropped
her hand suddenly.
"Well, 1 don't want you to have any
illusions about me, Chris. 1 have none
about you. Let us hegln fair anyway.
It will be so much easier when the end
comes."
"There will be no end!" he said pas-
sionately "I love you—love you with
every breath of my body, every' thought
in my mind, every throb of my nerves
1 love you!' He kissed her hand re
pea ted ly "1 love you!" He took her
in his arms and pressed her to him.
She struggled with him without any
auger or disgust or feur. As she put
him away from her she just said slm
ply:
'Please don't. It's so hot this morn
ing."
As she turned away from him she
was struck dumb. Sitting beside the
table In the middle of the room, hei
back turned to them, was the strangest,
oddest little figure Ethel had ever seen.
Who was she? How long had she
been in the room?
Ethel turned to Brent. He was quite
pale now and was nervously stroking
his sliglit mustache.
Ethel was furious. It was incredible
that Brent could have been so Indis-
creet.
How on earth did that creature get
there without their hearing or seeing
her?
Ethel went straight to the demure
little figure sitting on the chair.
* • • a • * e
Peg's Journey to England was one of
the unhappiest memories of her life.
She undertook the voyage deliberately
to please her father, because he told
her it would please him. But beneath
this feeling of pleasing him was one
of sullen resentment at being made to
separate from him.
She planned all kinds of reprisals
upon the unfortunate people she was
going among. She would be so rude
to them and so unbearable that they
would be glad to send her back on the
next boat. She schemed out her whole
plan of action. She would contradict
and disobey and berate and belittle.
Nothing they would do would be right
to her, and nothing she would do or
say would be right to them. She took
lufinlte pleasure In her plan of cam-
paign Then, when she was en>>ylng
the pleasure of such resentful dreams,
she would think of her father waiting
for news of her, of his pride In her, of
how much he wanted her to succeed.
She would realize how much the part
ing meant to him, and all her little
plots would tumble down, and she
would resolve to try to please ber re-
lations, learn all she could, succeed be
yond all expression and either go back
to America pros|>erou8 or send for her
father to Join her In England. All her
dreams had her father either centrlf
ugally or ceutrlpetally beating through
them
She refused all advances of friendship
aboard ship No one dared speak to
her. She wanted to be alone in her sor
row. She and Michael would romp on
the lower deck by favor of one of the
seamen, who would keep a sharp look
out for officers.
This seaman—O'Farrell by name-
took quite a liking to Peg and the dog
and did many little kindly, gracious
acts to minister to the comfort of both
of them He warned her that they
would not let Michael go with her from j
the dock until he bad first been quaran
tined. This bun IVg more than any
thing could. She burst into tears. To
have Michnel taken from her would be
the last misfortune, she would, in
deed, be alone in that strange country.
She was Inconsolable.
O'Farrell at last took it on himself
to get the dog ashore. He would wrap
hlrn up in some sailcloths, and theti
he would carry Michael outside the
gates when the customs authorities
had examined her few belongings.
When they reached Liverpool O'Far-
rell was as good as his word, though
many were the anxious moments they
had as one or other of the customs
officers would eye"the suspicious pack-
age O'Farrell carried so carelessly un-
der bis arm.
At the dock a distinguished looklug
gentleman came on board and after
some considerable difficulty succeeded
In locating Peg. He was a well dress-
ed. soft speaking, vigorous man of for-
ty five. He Inspired Peg with an in-
stant dislike by his somewhat authori-
tative and pompous manner. lie In-
troduced himself us Mr. Montgomery
Hawkes. the legal adviser for the
Klugsnortb estate, and at once proceed-
ed to take charge of Peg as a matter
of course.
Poor Peg felt ashamed of her poor
little bag. containing Just a few
changes of apparel, and her little pa-
per bundle. She was mortified when
she walked down the gangway with
the prosperous looking lawyer while
extravagantly dressed , people with
piles of luggage dashed here and there
endeavoring to get It examined.
But Mr. Hawkes did not appear to
notice Peg's shabbiness. On the con-
trary, he treated her and her belongings
as though she were the most fashion-
able of fine ladles and ber wardrobe
the most complete.
Outside the gates she found O'Far-
rell waiting for her. with tlie precious
Michael struggling to free himself from
his coverings. Hawkes soon had a
cab alongside, lie helped Peg Into It;
then she stretched out her arms, and
O'Farrell opened the sailcloths, and
out sprang Michael, dusty and dirty
and blear eyed, but oh, such a happy,
fussy, affectionate, relieved little ca-
nine when be saw his beloved owner
waiting for him. He made one spring
at her. much to the lawyer's dignified
amazement, and began to bark at her
and lick her face and hands and Jump
on and roll over and over upon Peg in
an excess of joy at his release.
Peg offered O'Farrell an American
dollaK She had very little left.
O'Farrell indignantly refused to
take it. V.
"Oh, but ye must, indade ye must!"
cried Peg in distress. "Sure I won't
lie uisy toui*.t if ye don't. But for
you poor Michael here might have
been on that place ye spoke of—that
quarantine, whatever it is. Ye saved
him from that. And don't despise it
because it's au American dollur. Sure
it has a value all over tlie wurrld. Au',
besides, 1 have no English money."
Poor Peg pleaded that O'Farrell should
take It. He bad been so nice to her aU
the way over.
Hawkes interposed skillfully, gave
O'Farrell 5 shillings, thanked him
warmly for his kindness to Peg and
her dog, returned the doUar to Peg,
let her say goodby to the kindly sail-
or, told the cabman to drive to a cer-
tain railway station, and in a few sec
onds they were bowling along and Peg
had entered a new country and a new
life. They reached the railway sta
tlon, and Ha wkes procured tickets, and
In half an hour they were on a train
bound for the north of England.
During the journey Hawkes volun-
teered no information. He bought her
papers anil magazines and offered her
lunch. This Peg refused. She said
the ship had not agreed with her. She
did not think she would want food for
a long time to come.
After awhile, tired out with the rush
and excitement of the ship's arrival,
Peg fell asleep.
In a few hours they reached their
destination. Hawkes woke her and
told her she was at her Journey's end
He again hailed a cab, told the driver
where to go and got in with Peg. Mi-
chael and ber luggage. In the cab he
handed Peg a card and told her to go
to the address written on It and ask
;he people there to allow her to waif
uutil he Joined her. He had a business
call to make in the town. He would be
as short a time as possible. She was
Just to tell the people thut she had
been asked to call there and wait.
After the cab had gone through a
few streets it stopped before a big
building. Ilawkes got out, told the
cabman where to take Peg, paid him
and with some final admonitions to
Peg, disappeared through the swing
doors of the town hall.
The cabpiau took the wondering Peg
along until be drove up to a very band-
some Elizabethan house. There he
stopped Peg looked at the name on
the gateposts and then at the name on
the card Mr. Hawkes had given her.
They were the same. Once more she
gathered up her belongings and her
dog and passed In through the gate-
posts and wandered up the long drive
on a tour of inspection. She walked
through the paths dividing rose beds
until she came to some open windows.
The main entrance halLof the house
seemed to be hidden away somewhere
amid the tall old trees.
Peg made straight for the open win-
dows and walked into the most won-
derful looking room she had ever seen.
Everything in It was old and massive.
It bespoke centuries gone by In every
detail. Peg held her breath as she
looked around her Pictures and
tapestries stared at her from the walls.
Beautiful old vases were arranged In
cabinets. The carpet was -deep and
soft and stifled all souiid. Peg almost
gave an ejaculation of surprise at the
wonders of the room, when she sud
denly became conscious that she was
f/'s fun to qardea when you
have Our
Good
Garden
Too/s
WATCH
6ROV\>
1
IF YOU ARE DOING YOUR GARDENING WITH
SOME WORN-OUT. OLD-FASHIONED TOOLS, YOU
DON'T SEE WHERE THE FUN OF GARDENING
COMES IN, DO YOU? THERE ISN'T ANY.
BUT WHEN YOU HAVE OUR NEW GARDEN
TOOLS YOU CAN DO THE WORK SO EASILY AND
QUICKLY THAT IS IS JUST FUN TO DO IT,
COME IN AND SEE OUR "LABOR SAVERS" FOR
YOUR GARDEN.
Joseph Nelson
Intruded on some marital scene at
which she was not desired, so she in
stantly sat down with her back to
them.
She tried not to listen, but some of j
the words came distinctly to her. Just
Christian Church.
All regular services will be held
Sunday.
Bible school 9:45 p. m.
as she was becoming very uncomforta Prcaching and communion services
ble and had half made up her mind 'to j M a n>-
leave the room and find somewhere Subject for the morning: "The
else to wait she suddenly heard herself i Re urrection." Will discuss the rea^-
addressed and in no uncertain tone off oneness of the same. Did Christ
voice. There were Indignation, sur
prise and anger In Ethel's question .
"How long have you been here?"
Peg turned around and saw a strik-
ingly handsome, beautifully dressed
young lady glaring down at her. ner
manner was haughty In the extreme.
Peg felt most unhappy as she looked
at her and did not answer Immedi-
ately.
H
CHAPTER XIV.
Peg In England.
OW long have you been here?'
agaiiraslced Ethel of Peg.
"Sure I only
ininntt." said Peg innocently t
and with a little note of fear. She v
was not accustomed to fine looking. v
splendidly dressed young ladies like
Ethel.
"What do you want?" demanded the
young lady.
"Notbln'," said Peg reassuringly.
"Nothing?" echoed Ethel, growing
angrier every moment.
"Not a thing. I was Just told to
wait," said Peg.
"Who told you?"
"A gentleman." replied Peg.
"What gentleman?" asked Ethel
sharply and suspiciously.
"Just a gentleman." Peg. after fum
bllng nervously in her pocket produced
the card Mr. Hawkes had given her,
which Michael immediately attempted
to take possession of. Peg snatched It
away from the dog and handed It to
the young lady.
"He told me to wait there!"
Ethel took the card irritably aud
read:
" 'Mrs. Chichester. Begal Villa.' And
what do you want with Mrs. Chiches-
ter?" she asked Peg, at the same time
looking at the shabby clothes, the huu
gry looking (log and the soiled parcel.
"I don't want anything with her. 1
was Just told to wait."
"Who are you?"
Peg was now getting angry too.
There was no mistaking the manner
of the proud young lady. Peg chafed
unuer it. sne looked up sullenly Into
Ethel's face aud said:
'1 was not to say a wurrd, I'm tell
in' ye. 1 was Just to wait." Peg set
tied buck in the chair aud stroked
Michael. This questioning was not at
all to her liking. She wished Mr
Hawkes would come aud get her out
of a most embarrassing position Bui
until he did she wus uot going to dis
obey his instructions. He told her to
suy nothing, so uotbing would she say.
Ethel turned abruptly to Brent and
fouud thut gentleman looking at the
odd little stranger somewhat admlriug
ly. She gave an impatient ejaculation j
aud turned back to Peg quickly:
"You suy you have only been here a
minute?"
"That's all," replied Peg—"Just a
ml unit."
"Were we talking when you came
In?" I |
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
rise from the dead?
Evening services 7:45.
Good music at all services. A cor-
dial invitation is extended to the pub-
lic.
At the evening service will give
stereopticon views of the crucifixion
and resurrection of Jesus. Also some
illustrated songs.
I). A. WICKIZER, Pastor.
Walter Ferguson, postmaster at
( herdkee and editor of the Cherokee
nine in this Republican, came down last Saturday
o accompany Mrs. Ferguson home
/ho ha- been here for several days
isiting her sister, Mrs. John Barry.
♦ ♦
+ DR. R. H. PENDLETON ♦
♦ Dentist. ♦
♦ ♦
♦ Parmer* National Bank Building ♦
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* •
♦ MEYER, MEYRR & MORRIS ♦
♦ •
Funeral Directora. •
Licensed Embalmeri. ♦
• •
* Night Phone 242 Day Phone 67. •
* ♦
< * l ^ <* v 4 * + 4 V 4 4 4 4
♦ ♦
& Re* Phone 505. Office 490. ♦
♦ ♦
* G. M. CLIFTON +
* Physician and Surgeon. ♦
* Office over Lindsay's Drug Store ♦
* Office hours 9 to 12 and 3 to 6 ♦
* #
€•♦♦444*44 4 V v * t * <«• v
• •
♦ I. II JACKSON •
* •
• Funeral Director and Emkalmer
♦ Licensed Lady Assistant #
• Day Pbone 24. Night Phone 193 ♦
* ♦
♦ ♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦44 + 44 +
<**•9
♦ •
♦ kt«. Phone 69. Office Phone 66 ♦
♦ «
* C. S. BO30, •
* Physician and Surgeon. •
♦
* Office over Lindsay Dm* S ore •
* Office hour, 9 to 12 and 3 to 6 •
* ♦
*4 4444
A NEW WELDING MACHINE
I have installed a new welding ma-
hine so that I am now able to weld
cast iron, aluminum and all brass
work Charges reasonable. Bring i|
your blacksmith and wood work. I
am fully prepared to do first class
work. A. C. JANACEK,
14 24t Moore, Okla.
SAVE MONEY.
1 have seved you for the past 23
years with harness, hames, saddles'
not alone In the room, that others were j and chain harness and every thing in
there and that they were talking. j the harness line at the lowest prices
th^jYou are losing money if you do not
get my prices. Home made goods
j that will last longer. All repairs
She looked In the direction
sounds came from and saw, to her as-
tonishment. a man with a woman in
his arms. He was speaking to her in
most ardent maimer.
They were ncat^ an(* cheaply done at the Old
partially concealed by some tftatuary. | Pioneer Harness
Peg concluded at once that she had ' Stubbeman.
Shop. — H. W.
t-tf
B...FOR REAL...M-
argainS
IN
CITY PROPERTY
and FARMS
SEE
Pickard Co.
Phonv 22
Norman
Okla.
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