The Labor Signal (Oklahoma City, Okla. Terr.), Vol. 5, No. 29, Ed. 1 Thursday, May 24, 1906 Page: 3 of 8
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(Copyright, by Joseph B. Bowles.)
"Captain Pakenham," said his excel-
lency, the governor turning toward
the hearth where a figure stood like
some superb young Mars, "you are
late, sir; what do you mean by such
delay? I was obliged to send a serv-
ant to search for you."
"I crave your excellency's pardon,"
he answered, "I was playing bowls
with Miss Margaret, and so gave little
heed to time."
The secretary at the governor's side
thrust his goose quill hard into the
Ink horn, and a blot (ell on his paper.
His excellency had come to this, his
favorite country house, with a retinue
of guests and servants, to celebrate,
not the New Year, but an event at
once uncommon and interesting—a
"Pakenham," said the governor,
"you hear the preparations for your
wedding on the morrow. I marvel
that you should waste time at bowls
with my niece, Margaret, or forget for
a moment the Importance of the occa-
sion, when the lady who has come
from England to marry you is already
approaching the house. Let me re-
mind you, sir, that your father has
sent Miss Keppel to mend with her
wealth the wasted fortunes of your
family, as well as to make you happy
by the gift of her youth and beauty.
"Now, if you would save your repu-
tation as a lover and a gentleman,
mount and make such speed as you
can to meet Miss Keppel's coach."
"I make haste to obey your com-
mands," said Pakenham, and he bowed
and went jauntily out of the council
But the moment its door closed upon
him his countenance changed. With a
groan he started to descend the stair-
case, and in its first turn found him-
self face to face with a slender, bru-
nette girl, who was just coming up.
He bent his fair, tall head, and kiss-
ed her on the lips; then tore down the
stair, his sword clattering against the
stout oak as he went.
Meanwhile in the council chamber
the governor was talking to his sec-
"It is well for the boy to go with
you to the altar to-morrow," said the
governor. "Seeing you so happy in the
love of Margaret, he may pause to re-
flect upon his own folly, and, haply,
awake to some sense of gratitude and
duty. I am fond of Pa cenham, and de-
Eire his welfare. He has ever been a
great favorite, too, with Margaret."
"Yes," assented the secretary.
His excellency withdrew. A light
tap sounded on the door, and Margaret
Winslow, the niece of the governor,
stepped into the room.
As she advanced to meet her lover
she involuntarily cast down her eye3.
He tried to take her hand, but she
broke from him, and ran to a window
that commanded a view of the high-
"Let us watch for Miss Keppel's
coach. Jasper, I have a secret to tell
you, and oh, I am sore afraid—my
heart is beating fast."
"Eh? Afraid? Of what, pray—of
"Of you and my uncle. Do you think
the English girl can be far away? It
Is hard for me to make my confession
—it will be harder for you to hear it!"
"Margaret, what jest Is this? Your
face is like chalk—you tremble!"
"And well I may! Look! she is at
hand!—I see the outriders—the heads
of the horses, yonder, in the curve of
the road, where the tall cedar stands.
Oh, I must tell you now, or our lives
will be forever wrecked! L is Paken-
ham whom I love Jasper—not you—
and alas! he loves me. If he marries
the English heiress to-morrow, and if
I am forced to wed you, my heart will
The blow was cruel. Never till that
moment had he doubted her faith.
The coach turned in at the gate.
• • • •
The bleak winter night was brooding
on tha marshes.
Over the barren waste a man came,
running like a fox, looking behind nim
now and then as he fled. Far away in
the distance twinkled a light. In-
stinctively he set his face toward it. It
shone from a low black house on the
edge of the marsh.
He rapped on the door and a hand-
some young woman opened to him.
"Madam," he said, "may I ask a
plaee by your fire and a morsel of sup-
His voice and bearing betokened a
man of breeding. She drew back that
he might enter.
"The fire is free to all wayfarers,"
she said, "and as for supper—here is a
portion set for me—I give it to you
"It is evident that you are not the
owner of this house?"
She shook her head—a fair, graceful
head, with hair like the silk of corn.
"Fisherfolk live here. They are ab-
sent now on an en and for me."
The wind screeched arounh tha
cabin; the boughs of the hornbeam
tree rattled against the chimney. With
sudden resolution the man spoke:
"I am his excellency's secretary."
She turned and flashed on him two
wide blue eyes.
"Ah! the man who will wed the gov-
ernor's niece to-morrow?"
"Pardon—the man who will wed the
governor's niece—never! Miss Wins-
low has thrown me over for a happier
lover. Two marriages were arranged
for the governor's house on New
Year's morning—neither will be cele-
She looked gravely perplexed.
"I am also a wanderer to-night," she
said, sadly, "and. worse yet, I am a
stranger in a strange, inhospitable
"Then." replied the secretary, "there
is but one name by which I can call
you. You are—you must be, the Eng-
lish maid. Miss Keppel? Though
when I left the governor's dwelling I
supposed that lady to be safely housed
there. To encounter her miles away,
in a fisherman's hut, and at this hour,
seems strange beyond belief."
"I am lost on the marshes, sir," she
said, with quiet dignity.
"And why did you leave the gov-
ernor? But I see! Pakenham con-
fessed the truth to you even as Misi
Winslow did to me."
"Not so; I needed no confession."
she answered, bitterly. "At the har-
bor he failed to meet me. I was left
to make the Journey alone, almost to
the governor's gate.
"No. I sent my maid to demand
speech with Pakenham. He could not
be found—he had vanished. I waited
for no words with the governor. While
he and his household fancied me to be
resting from my Journey I put on this
cloak, took my purse and jewels, and
stole with my maid from the house.
We thought to make our way to the
harbor and there seek a ship ready for
sea, but in the darkness we missed the
road, and found ourselves astray in
the marshes. My maid was overcome
with fright, and wept and wailed eo
much that I permitted her to turn
back; but I myself continued on
"Alone!" echoed the secretary, with a
vivid remembrance of the marsh by
night, "you have a brave heart."
Suddenly the secretary arose and
pushed back his chair.
"Miss Keppel," he said, "I omitted to
tell you one trifling incident in my
own story—I have killed Captain Pa-
She sat as if turning to stone.
"You said a moment ago that when
you sent for him at the governor's
house he could not be found. Doubt-
less he was lying under the trees at
the foot of the garden with my sword
in his vitals, for we fought immedi-
ately after the arrival of your coach.
Miss Keppel, you need wander no
further. I have rid you of that for-
tune hunter—that blind mole, who
could prefer Margaret Winslow to
He walked toward the door. She
started to her feet and took a step
"Oh, sir, what would you do—where
would you go?"
"Back to the governor—to surrender
myself and take my punishment like
She tried to bar his way with Im-
"Oh, sir, stay!—continue your
flight! No one shall know that you
have been here—that I have seen you.
Do not surrender yourself. Colonial
judges have little mercy—they will de-
mand a life for a life. Pray, pray, lis-
ten to me!"
He looked at her with a smile.
"You pity me—that is sweet. But I
will not fly further."
Argument seemed to fail her. Her
hands fell at her side.
"Then, if you go back, I will go with
you—that is, if you will accept my
poor company. I will plead your cause
with the governor. After all that has
happened, he owes me some considera-
tion. Maybe we can reach the town
before the Old Year dies."
"Come, then," said the secretary,
"and God bless you for a brave and
• • • •
His excellency was walking his
council chamber in great disturbance
of mind. The house was still—all
sounds of festivity had long since
died in it.
Steps sounded in the corridor, and
as the maid opened the door, his ex-
cellency saw on the threshold two dis
heveled, snow-covered figures, like
specters blown out of darkness.
"What! have you dared to come
back, sirrah?" he cried, and fumbled
for his gold snuff-box.
"Yes," answered the secretary, "to
take my punishment."
"The slaying of Pakenham, in your
"Humph!" said the governor, "and
who is this with you? Ah, the Eng-
lish maid! A pretty kettle of fish we
have in the house! Well, sir, Pak-
enham is not dead. Your sword missed
his heart by an inch or two—he will
The secretary had expected other
tidings. He threw up his head and
breathed freely again.
"Yes, yes," said the governor, "he
will survive your thrust, fast enough,
for his new-made wife is now nursing
him—a clergyman wedded him to
Margaret several hours ago. She
thought him dying at the time and
would not be gainsaid. As for you,
secretary, since Margaret is the fire-
brand that has lighted the tow. I can
not punish you as I ought—the scan-
dal would be too great. Therefore,
you take care not to talk of this New
Year's Eve, and you will immediately
depart from the place, and remain in
exile till Pakenham recovers and I
can pack him and his wife oft to Eng-
"And what will you do with Miss
Keppel?" queried the secretary. "To-
gether we have made a strange jour-
ney to-night, and I would know your
plans for her future."
"She shall remain with me till some
suitor more worthy than Pakenham
asks her in marriage."
The secretary raised Miss Keppel's
hand to his lips.
"Will you wait for me till I return?"
"I will wait," and the tears shone
in her eyes.
Union of America.
DAIRIES IN FAR SIBERIA
Are Now Exporting Annually More
Than 80,000,000 Pounds
A firm of London importers of food-
stuffs predicts that there will be a
slump in the price of dairy products
the world over as soon as Siberia
strikes a steady gait in butter produc-
tion. The reason assigned for this as-
tonishing prophecy is that Siberia is
now exporting annually a little more
than 80,000,000 pounds of butter, while
the dairy regions are capable of pro-
ducing 15 times as much,or more than
the imports of Great Britain from all
The London firm, having studied the
Siberian dairy products on the
ground, thinks that it will be so diffi-
cult for Canada and New Zealand, the
chief sources of Great Britain's butter
supply from her colonies, to compete
with Siberian butter that they will
have to drop out of that department
of dairy exporting and confine their
attention to cheesemaking. It adds
that Denmark is already feeling the
strain of Siberian competition.
However this may be, it is certain
that butter making is becoming near-
ly as important in Siberia as all her
other inductries put together. Yet It
is possible that the great slump in the
dairy business will be averted. There
is evidence of a growing appetite for
butter among the far eastern Asiatics,
if those countless millions add butter
to their bill of fare the cows will have
a busy time of it.
South African Magic.
Here is a tale of twentieth century
magic on the dark continent: Says a
South African correspondent: "A
remarkable story has reached Durban
from Mandeston concerning the finding
of a purse by alleged magic means. A
European lost a purse containing coin
and a native was accused of the theft.
The owner applied to a certain old
woman to whom are ascribed super-
natural powers and received a reply,
to look under such and such a tree,
and he would find the purse. Search
was made under the tree indicated, and
there was the purse."
Simplicity of France.
For real democracy one has to look
to the president of France. M. Fal-
lieres since his elevation to tha; ex-
alted office, fas been criticised for his
simple taste in neckwear. A blue but-
terfly of the machine-made variety, the
kind that is fastened to the collar with
an elastic band, has pleased M. Fal-
lieres for 30 years, and there Is to be
no change in style. Are we to judge
France by her novels or her presi-
London Telephone Calls.
Presiding at the half yearly meeting
of shareholders in the National Tele-
phone company Sir Henry Fowler said
the number of messages transmitted
during 1905 was 1,053,000,000. To un-
derstand these figures shareholders
should know that the number of in-
land telegrams transmitted by the
post office was only 88,000,000.
Man of the House—Why don't you
try to earn a living, you lazy vaga-
bond, instead of begging it?
Saymold Storey—Mister, if beggin'
a livin' frum tellers like you ain't
earnin' it, I don't know wot is.—Chi-
Just One Mere Chance
Judge (to prisoner just condemned to
death)—You have the legal right to
express a last wish, and if it is possi-
ble it will be gratied.
Prisoner (a barber)—I should like
just once more to be allowed to shave
the district attorney.
Continually "Bite the Dust."
England is having trouble with the
"earth eaters" of India, but has no
doubt of her ability to eventually make
them bite the dust.
The cotton buyers of Ballinger held
an eating contest recently and a med-
al was awarded to the biggest eater.
Now is the time for the street buyers
to hold their eating contests. The
sellers are going to do some of the
eating later on.
There isnt any use In trying to
do business on a farm without the
help of the hen. The other fellow has
her helping him, and all who would
compete with the other fellow must
fix himself like the "other fellow' is
The ordinary lop eared hound will
1 eat up the food of a good hog; at the
end of the year the dog isn't worth
killing, whllo the hog which has got
cheated out of a good living would
be worth from ten to fifteen dollars of
good American money.
Because you are recognized as the
I head of the family don't get the Idea
that you are only capable of doing
some thinking for the family. Give
1 your wife and children a chance to
think sometimes, and when you go to
town to get the "children's outfits"
don't stand over the good woman like
a Shanghai rooster, trying to show the
; clerks that you are "boss of the
ranch." ?Some very good people we
know would be ashamed to be known
as the boss of some ranches where
these "bossy" husbands do the pre-
Don't fail to attend every meeting
of the Union, but make the habit of
carrying something to the meeting to
make it worth the while Just as im-
perative as being present This doesn't
mean that you are to be a "hot air
distributor" to the wearing out of all
present, but it does mean that if you
can't think of something to say, that
you can think of some one who can.
The blooming idiot that knows "that
| farmers wont stick together" Is the
j sort that has to be shown when his
own nose is In place. The fact that
they are sticking like sick kittens to
hot bricks ought to be a satisfactory
j testimonial to their sticking abilities.
FARMERS' JOURNAL JOTTINGS.
By being organized, the farmers can
sell thirteen million bales of cotton
tor more money per pound than thoy
might be able to command, each sell-
ing single-handod and alone, If tho
crop were only ten million bales. But
here's what they can't do: They can't
make the world pay as much cash per
pound for thirteen million bales in one
year as they can if the year's yield is
The Unions are establishing rural
'phone lines in many sections'—why
not your district follow suit, and keep
in touch with the times—in touch
with the markets and with current
With the rapid Increase of popula-
tion and the development of manufac-
tures in the Uulted Staes, it is safe
to say that within 25 years the en-
tiro output of cotton grown in the
will be needed to supply home de-
Press dispatches report that a man
In Chicago droped dead while trying
to lift a stove for his wife. Every
j wife should take warning. If you
j want to save the life of your hus-
! band, madam, don't ask him to lift
| the stove—do it yourself.
Please do not forget that the great
object of the Union is to control mark-
ets. If we will take care of ourselves
Industrially, we will have the proper
j kind of politics.
i The strength of a nation lies
In the general prosperity and pa-
triotism of its people. Where ten-
antry prevails, pray what have the
people to fight for? As Ingersoll
once remarked, "No man ever shoul-
dered a musket in defense of a board-
Harmony In the ranks in Texas is
worth it all. The Texas membership j
are determined. They know the right
and are determined to have it, re-
Because a faith healer advertises to
cure poverty is no proof that he is
a fake. More than one faith healer
has cured himself or herself of pov-
erty In precisely that way. They have
also cured some of their patients who
were afflicted with abnormal, diseased
"Educate." That Is the word that
is at the top of all things. Men and
angels have never ceased singing the
praises of Solomon because he chose
to "know." It is the man who knows
who Is the master. Knowledge and
education are the foundation stones
of the temple of wisdom. The faculty
of putting this and that together la
wisdom. You can get this and that
kind of knowledge by EDUCATION.
The Farmers' Union is steadily ex-
tending and taking deep root in State
after State. In Missouri the counties
of McDonald, Dunklin and Barry each,
have a membership approximating
1,000, while Newton county claims
1,500. By the end of the year quite
a number of other counties will have
an equal number.
We have talked a great deal about
the careless and shiftless fellow leav-
ing his tools and implements out in
the weather. If the winter weather
was bad, the hot aud alternately wet
and dry summer weather is worse.
There isn't a wagon or buggy on wood-
en wheels that will stand any great
length of time under Texas' wet and
dry seasons. Put 'em under shelter,
and don't be long about it, or else you'
will soon be signing a note for new
Don't let a good man escape th®
Union. The Union needs him and he
needs the Union. He will make It)
stronger, and it will help him to carry
out all his good motives. The Union
stands for straight morals as mucd
as It does for anything else. That Is
what the women are in it for. Whan
the moral tone Is all right there la
some good work going on. Get all the
good ones in to help make the Unioi>
strong, and get all the sorry ones In
so that you can eliminate that ele-
ment by substitution Drive all the
mean men into the Union, and don't
give them a chance to do any mean-
ness, and you have them coop-
ed. There are plenty of good men ii*
all Unions to manage the bad men ot
the community, and to make good
ones of them.
only ten million bales. Because "th«
world," like everybody else, will buy
what it has to have, regardless of
price, but it will begin to quibble as
soon as absolute necessaries have been
The Grange and the Alliance tried
to spread out and take in all creation.
Where is the Grange today? What
has become of the Alliance? Yet soma
of our people want the Farmers' Union
to sit on more eggs than it can cover.
Battles are won only by skillful
managers and hard fighting.
When our National officials give tha
command let's close up the rank
and march. Let's obey the com
What a great thing is a nice hom«
free from a mortgage. There ll
nothing impossible to a nation ol
Is your neighborhood benefitted by
your local? If not, your local is a
failure, but you have been benefitted
in many ways.
That speech made by that bright
young man of your local, means much
to him, your local, your county, and,
perhaps your State and Nation. Giv®
the young man a chance.
Let us get a home while yet we
can. The home is surely the hope of
th-e Nation. "Be it ever so humble
there is no place like home." Get a
home and make it as beautiful as pos-
If the producer would control the
situation, he must put himself in
shape. No one else is going to make
the arrangements for him. Instead
of sittln' down and sittin,' we must be
gitin' up and gittln.'
The mortgage and the present in-
industrial system must go. The man
who produces all must not be kept in
in the rear of the procession. He
must travel at the head of the col-
We have laid the ax at the root of
the tree. We will uproot this worn
The grain elevators, the cotton
warehouses, the stockyards, and th
clearing-houses for the perishable
fruits and vegetables are going U
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