The Press-Democrat. (Hennessey, Okla.), Vol. 21, No. 20, Ed. 1 Friday, January 3, 1913 Page: 2 of 10
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y
ytu Lady of ttie.Norl,
Illustrations by IlLNRY TlilCPt
COPYRIGHT ACrFCLLTBS &CO- 1911
7^|flTGtIEN
(rVlHNET
WOMAN too busy to takd
t are of her health Is like %
too busy to take care «>T his
SYNOPSIS.
Major
Judge l/ w
re was a I
Gen.
Blended
the «ir:
started
urged by
'aptuln
agreeH
Grant's
Nawrence, son of
. of Virginia, whose w
1h aent on a perilous mission i>y
Washington. Just after the winter at \ n\
ley Imitk'. I lngulM«-«l In a British um
form i.nwretn - arrlv« s within the eneinv
Hues. The Major attends a «reat_ ret.
nil.I waves the "I.ad> of the
Hose" from mob. lie latei meet
nt a brilliant ball. TroV>le
over ai waltz, and Lawrence
ids pnrttut. Mislrests Mortimer I
I.r the B ended Bos.•>, to II • "
],nwrenee Is deterteo as a spy • >
Grant of the Britl'h Ann?. wh«
tfk duel The duelle rtopped by
friends and the spy initio =• •
) b*?rty. Mwlmmhig a river following a n. -
row escape The M ijor .m i ■ • - .
hliop of .. blael<sinlth, Who is Iriendb. ai d
Knows the Lady of the l.l.nde.l
Captain Oram and cang« rs m ar< n ui u
•rolth • hop In vain for the spj. Law-
rence Joins i he minute men <,,inl "1
Ids train are - aptured hs the niltmt« ^
).awren«e is made prisoner b\ at Inllan
and two white men who lo.-U hi 1 11
strong eell. I'eter advise 1
to attempt to escape a* snl "
would send for hliu (*rant l|,,M ' f'
adds mystery to the . ond.lnatI n of « it
eumslances. I.awrenc - again i . f
Lady of the Blendld who I fori s
Mm that he Is In her lo use, a •
wna In rommand of the pariv lb.; '"I*
lured him The eaptiv- Is thrn*t C'ai.l iln
dark underground < iinmb'-r w J|Ht.s
search of the plenum
thing, even her, and cursed iloud, hat
lug I ho echoes of my ow n voice. It
seemed as though those walls, that
low roof, were crushing me, as If the
dose, foul air was suffcatlng 1 recall
I tearing open the front of my shirt
i to gain easier breath. I walked about
beating with bare hands the rough
stone, muttering to myself words with-
out meaning. The candle had burned
down until hardy an inch remained.
nously. and bits of earth. Jarred by
my passage, fell upon me in clods. Al
together it was an experience 1 have
no desire to -epeat, although I was in
no actual danger for some distance
Old Mortimer had built his tunnel well,
and through all the years it had held
safely, except where water had soaked
through, rotting the timbers. '1 he
Grant begins
CHAPTER XV.—Continued.
The silence and loneliness caused
8it> to become restless. I could not
entirely throw off the sense of being
buried nlive in this dismal hole. I
wondered if there was any way of es
cape, if that Becret door was not
locked and unlocked only from with-
out. A desire to ascertain led me to
take candle In hand, and climb the
circular staircase, examining the wall
hb 1 passed upward The Interior of
the chimney revealed nothing While
1 felt convinced there must also he a
falBe fireplace on the first floor, so ns
to carry out the deception, the dim
candle light made no revealment of Its
position I could Judge very nearly
where it should appear, and I sound
ed the wall thereabout carefully both
above and below without result Nor
did any noise reach me to disclose a
thinness of partition.
Convinced.of the solidity of the wall
nt this spot, I continued higher until
1 oame «> the end of the pasiai e 'i<
my surprise the conditions here were
practically the same. Had 1 not en-
tered at this point 1 could never have
CHAPTER XVI.
The Remains of Tragedy.
It must have been the shock of thus
realizing suddenly how short a time
remained in which I should have light
which restored my senses. I know I I
stared at the dim yellow flicker dully j
at first, and then with a swift return-
ing consciousness which spurred my
brain Into activity. In that instant 1
hated, despised myself, rebelled at my
weakness. Faith in Claire Mortimer
came back to me In a flood of regret,.
If she had failed, it was through no
fault of hers, and I was no coward to
ii«> there and rot without making a
stem fight for life. When I was found,
those who came upon my body would
know that 1 died struggling, died as a
man should, facing fate with a smile,
with hands gripped In the contest.
The resolution served—it was a spur
to my pride, Instantly driving away
every haunting shadow of evil. Yet
where should I turn? To what end
should i devote my energies? it was
useless to climb those stairs again.
But there must be a way out.
1 gripped the old musket as the only
instrument at hand, and began testing
the walls. Three sides I rapped, re-
ceiving the same dead, dull response.
I was In the darkest corner now, be-
yond the stairs, still hopelessly beat
candle was sputtering with a final ef-
fort to remain alight when I came to
the first serious obstruction. 1 had
barely time in which to mark the na-
ture of the obstacle before the flame
died In the socket, leaving me in a
blackness so profound it was like a
weight. For the moment 1 was prac-
tically paralyzed by fear, my muscles
limp, my limbs trembling, \et to en-
deavor to push forward was no more
to be dleaded than to attempt retrac-
ing my steps. In one way there was
hope; in the other none.
With groping fingers 1 verified the
situation, as that brief glance ere the
candle failed had revealed it. A beam
had fallen, letting down a mass of
earth, but was wedged in such a way
as to leave a small opening above the
floor, barely sufficient for a man to
wiggle through. How far even this
slight passage extended, or what worse
obstruction lay hidden beyond was all
conjecture. It was a mere chance in
which I must risk life in hope of sav-
ing It—1 might become helplessly
wedged beneath the timbers, or any
movement might precipitate upon me
a mass of loosened earth. It was a
horrid thought, the death of a burrow-
ing rat; and 1 dare not let my mind
dwell upon the dread possibility. Slow-
ly, barely advancing an inch at a time,
I began the venture, my hands blindly
groping for the passage, the cold per-
spiration bathing my body. The far-
net rated amid the debris, the
the right, but 1 had to move before
t could see the cause clearly—the
smouldering remains of what must
have been a large barn. 1 advanced in
that direction* skirting the orchard,
and a row of negro cabins. These
were deserted, the doors open, and
two of them exhibited evidences of
fire. A storehouse had its door bat-
tered in, a huge timber, evidently used
as a rain, lying across the threshold,
and many of the boxes and barrels
within had been smashed with axes.
The ground all about had been tram-
pled by horses' hoofs, and only a
smouldering fragment of the stables
remained.
1 stared about perplexed, unable to
decipher the meaning of such de-
struction. Surely Grant would never
dare such a deed with his unarmed
force. Besides Elmhurst was the
property of a loyalist, ay! the colonel
of his regiment. Not even the mad-
ness of anger would Justify so wanton
an act Whatever the mystery I could
never hope to solve it loitering there;
the house itself would doubtless reveal
the story, and I turned in that direc-
tion, skirting the fence, yet exercising
care, for there might still remain de-
fenders within, behind those green
blinds, to mistake me for an enemy. I
saw notlii^P. no &ign of life, as I
circled through the trees of the or-
chard, and came out upon the grass-
plot facing the front porch. The sun
was up now, and I could perceive each
detail. There was a smashed window
to the right, a green shutter hanging
dejectedly by one hinge; the great
front door stood wide open, and the
body of a dead man lay across the
threshold, a dark stain of blood ex-
tending across the porch floor.
about me into the dismantled room
endeavoring to clear my brain and
figure all this out. It was not so diffi-
cult to conceive what had occurred,
every bit of evidence pointing to a
single conclusion, (irant had searched
the house for Eric, and discovered no
signs of his presence;
SOMETHING ABOUT FAT3.
The difference bet*eern fats and
oils 1b that oil is liquid at ordinary
temperature. Olive oil is our choicest
oil. but too expensive to use in cook*
ery in this country. When unadu)
terated. it has a sweet, nutty, plea'#
ant flavor, which Is so well liked by
those who get good oil. The greatest
reason for the dislike of olive oil
whatever had which so many people express, is th*>
subsequently happened between the
girl and himself, she had not felt Jus-
tified in releasing me while he and
ills men remained. They must have
departed soon after dark, well pro-
visioned, upon their long march toward
the Delaware, leaving Elmhurst unoc-
cupied except for its mistress\iu\ he: j
servants. The fact that neither the
lady nor Peter had opened the en ,
trance to the secret staircase would
seen to show that the attack on the
house must have followed swiftly, it
had been a surprise, giving those
within no chance to seek for refuge
There had been a struggle at the front
door; some of the assailants had
achieved entrance through the win-
dow, and that had practically ended
the affair.
Hut what had become of Peter? Of
the girl? Who composed the attack-
ing party?
Inferior stuff with which they have
been served.
Cotton seed oil is one of our great
exports to the southern countries of
Europe, and returns to us at many
times its original value as "pure olive
oil."
Cotton seed oil Is excellent for
many uses, and when it is mixed with
suet is called cottolene or cottosuet.
Uutterine or oleomargarine is made
i"rom the oily part of beef and pork
fat churned with milk, mixed with but-
ter to give It flavor, salted and col-
ored.
Good butterine is clean, wholesome
erd nutritious, and so like good but-
ter that it is not easy to tell the dif-
ference. Being cheap, it should be
i snld cheap, but poor butter still leads
ti In price.
Fat being a heat giver, we know
been convineedgthat there was an
opening From within it defied dis-
covery, for nothing confronted my
eyes but mortared stone. 1 was sealed
In helplessly, but for the assistance
of friends without; no effort on my
part could ever bring release.
Yet I went over the rough surface
Hgilfn before retracing my steps down resemblance
to the room below. All this must was compelled to sound again
ther 1 pc
Ing the gun barrel against the stone. | greater became the terror dominating
The dim light revealed no change in : me, yet to draw back was next to Itn
the wall formation, the same irregu- possible. The opening gre^ more con-
Inr expanse of rubble s et In solid mor- tract. .1, I could scarcely force myBeir
tar, harden. .1 by a century of exposure , forward, digging fingers and toes Into
to the dry atmosphere. Then to an ' the hard earth floor, the obstructing
Idle list less blow there came a hollow, ! timber scraping my body. It was an
wooden sound, that caused the heart I awful, heartrending struggle, stretched
to leap Into the throat. 1 tried again, ; out flat like a snake In the darkness,
a foot to the lert, confident my ears the loose earth showering me with
had played me false, but this time , each movement. There was more than
there could he no doubt there was all one support down; 1 had to double
opening here back of a wooden bar- ! about to find opening; again and again
I seemed to be against an unsurpas-
Half crazed by this good fortune. 1 j sable barrier; twice 1 dug through a
caught up the inch of candle, and held ; mass of fallen dirt, once for three sol-
it before the wall. The dim light id feet, throwing the loosened
scarcely served as an aid, so Inge-
niously had the door been painted in
CHAPTER XVII.
The Queen's Rangers.
A bullet had struck the hand rail,
shattering one of the supports, and the
broad steps were scarred and splin-
tered. The man lay face upward, his
The Indian had been de- j why we enjoy fats in meat, and more
spatched to Valley Forge with my fatty foods during the cold months
memoranda; probably I'eter, the Irish- although even in the tropics fat is
man and a negro or two were alone used largely on rice. So we find that
left 'to defend the house. As to the In all climates It is necessary for the
identity of the marauders, I had small maintenance of the bodily functions,
doubt • their handiwork was too plain-I it is a noticeable fact that thin,
lv revealed, and those two dead men ; delicate girls and women liavo an an
- — tlpatliy for fat meat, and often any
remained as evidence. Rough as were
British and Hessian foragers, they
were seldom guilty such wantoh de-
struction as this. Besides this was
the home of a prominent loyalist, pro-
tected from despoliation by high
thority.
been accomplished by one
kind of fat. They are the ones who
especially need it. and it should be
given them In such a form that it will
be tempting and digestible.
Fats undergo less change In the
The hellish work must have alimentary canal than other foods
or more By various processes the fat is so
bands of those "Pine Robbers" who in- J finely divided that it is taken up by
fested Monmouth county, infamous j the blood and the lacteals.
devils, hiding in caves among sand j Fried foods and pastry are hard to
hills, and coming forth to plunder and dige8t because the particles of fat
rob!" Pretending to be Tories, their cover the starch and proteid so that
only purpose of organization was pil- | such foods are not exposed to the
lage Even In the army the names action 0f the digestive Juices, causing
feet inside the hallway one ^lonielr more prominent were .nd=on and -re^Hous^
5^,^ n.M"e J„d ^ | Weat and Carter. cation with in salivation is a great
earth
have taken fully an hour of time, and
<he strain of disappointment lcrt me
tired, as though 1 had done a day's
work. I can hardly conceive that I
slept, and yet 1 certainly lost con
sciousness, for when 1 aroused myself
1 was in pitch darkness.
I felt dazed, bewildered, but as my
hand felt the edge of the table I com
prebend, d where I was, and what had
occurred. Groping about, 1 found flint
nn.l steel, and that last candle, which
t forced into the candlestick. The tiny
yellow tlair.e was like a message from
the gods. How 1 watched it, every
nerve tingling, as it burned lower and
lower. Would It lust until help enme.
nr was I destined to remain pinned up
In the darkness of this ghastly grave
\Vhv, 1 must have been there for
hours—hours. The burning out of the
randies proved that. Surely I could
I
either side of me, and pushing it back
with my feet, thus utterly blocking all
chance of retreat. Scarcely was this
inch by ] accomplished when another fall from
Inch, with the gun barrel before I j above came, half burying head and
could determine the exact dimensions ' shoulders, and compelling me to .
of the opening. Then I toul.l trace the ! the work over. The air grew foul and
slight crack where the wood was lit- | sluggish, but 1 was tolling for Ife, and
ted nor could I have done this but for j dug at the debris madly, reckless o ^
the'warping of a board. Wild with ap-| what might fall from ahov.v Better
prehension lest my light fail before to be crushed than to die of suffoca-
te necessary work could bo accom- tlon, and the very desperation with
pllshe.l I drew out the single bla.led which I strovf- proved my salvation,
knife from my pocket, and began wid ! For what remained of the roof held,
enlng this crack Feverishly as I i and 1 struggled through into the firmet
worked, this was slow of accomplish- | gallery beyond, faint from exhaustion,
nicut vet sliver by sliver the slight | yet as quickly reviving in the fresher
aperture grew, until I wedged In the air I had reached the end of the pus-
gun barrel and pried out the plank. ! sifgc before I comprehended the truth.
The rush of air extinguished the It opened in the side of a gulley. com-
candle, yet 1 cared nothing, for the air j ing out between the roots of a great
was fresh and pure, promising a clear tree, I
I 1 was w re< k in body and mind. m> !
■face streaked with earth, my hair
I filled with dirt, my clothing torn and j
disreputable Laboring for breath, my |
fingers raw and bleeding, 1 lay there, (
with srareely enough strength remain-
ing to keep from rolling to the bottom
of the ravine. For some moments I
was Incapable of either thought or ac-
tion, every ounce of energy having
b«.n expended in that last desperate
struggle. 1 lay panting, with eyes
closed, hardly realizing that I was in-
deed alive Slowly, throb by throb,
my heart came back Into regularity of
Ik it. and my brain into command. My
eyes opened, and 1 shuddered with hor-
ror, as 1 recognized that dismal open-
i ing Into the side of the hill. Clinging
to the tree trunk I attained my feet,
still swaying from weakness, and was
thus able to glance about over the
edge of tlie bank, and gain some con-
ccpllon of my immediate surroundings.
It was early dawn, the eastern sky-
that shade of pale gray which pre-
cedes the sun, a few, white, fleecy
i ou.Is sailing high above, already
tinged with red reflection. I must
have been in that earth prison since
the morning of the previous day; It
io(l longer, yet even that explra-
(jo.l, this was luck! With new cour
ugc throbbing through my veins
groped my way back to the table after
flint and steel, and relit the candle
fragment, shadowing the flame
both palms as 1 returned to whor
plank had been pressed
ever. 1 found sucli proc
It Seemed as Though Those Walls,
That Low Roof Were Crushing
Me; as if the Close, Foul Air was
Suffocating.
doubt no longer this was a trick, a
cowardly, cruel trick: If hflp had
been coming It would have reached nie
iM fore this. The day must have passed,
and much of the night Grant and his
party would have marched away long
before this on the road to l'hlladel
plila What could have occurred, then,
to prevent Peter or the girl from set-
ting me free? Could they have been
forced into accompanying the sol
diers? -Could they have forgotten?
Could they deliberately leave me there
to die?
My brain whirled with Incipient mad
ness, as such questions haunted me
unc^'K^ln^ly 1 lost fallb in every-
ith :
the !
aside. How-
tut ion unnec- I
essary, as there was no perceptible j
draft through the passage now the
opening was clear tor the circulation
of air. There had been two planks— ■
thick and of hard wood -composing
the entrance to the tunnel, but I found
it impossible to dislodge the second.
and was compelled to squeeze my ,
way through the narrow twelve-Inch j
orponlng. Tills was a difficult task, as
1 was a man of some weight, but once
accomplished 1 found myself In a con
tracte.l passageway, not to exceed
three feet in width, and perhaps live
from floor to roof. Here It was nppar
etitly as well preserved as when first
constructed, probably a hundred years
or more :'go, the Bide walls faced with
stone, the roof supported by roughly
hewn oak beams. 1 was convinced
there was no great weight of earth
i.-ting upon these, and the tunnel.
which I followed without difficulty, or ....
I the discovery of any serious obstruction of time proved that those who
rol. tinv feet, inclined steadily t ad Imprisoned me there had left me
i upward, until, in my Judgment, it must io die. (lodi I couldn t bell
that -
have come within a very
the surface. Here there occurred a
sharp turn to the right, and the exca-
vation advanced almost upon a level.
Knowing nothing of the conforma-
tion above, or of the location of build-
ings, I was obliged to press forward
blindly, conserving the faint light of
the candle, and praying for a free pas-
sage It was an experience to test the
nerves, the Intense stillness, the bare,
gray walls, cold to the touch, the
I of not of her! Clear as the evidence ap-
peared, 1 jet fought down the thought
bitterly, creeping on hands and knees
over the edge of the bnnk, to where
I could sit on the grass, and gaze
about In the growing light. The bouse
was to the left, an apple orchard be-
tween, and a low fcnce enclosing a
| garden. I could gain but glimpses of
j (he mansion through the intervening
! trees, but it was large, imposing, a
I square, old-fashioned house, painted
beams'grazing my head, and uphold- | white, with green shutters It ap-,
ite that mass of earth above, the In- peared deserted, and no spirals of
unse d irkness before and behind, with smoke ascended from the kitchen
only the flickering radius of yellow chimney. Apparently not even the
liglit barely illuminating where I trod, servants were yet stirring. However.
Occasionally the wood creaked oral there was Bmoke showing farther to
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The Body of a Dead Man Lay Across the Threshold.
d and I These came back to memory as I
gazed about those lower rooms, dread-
ing my next discovery, half crazed to
think that Claire Mortimer might be
helpless in their ruthless grasp Bet-
ter death a thousand times than such
a fate.
1 pushed forward into the rooms of
the lower floor, more than ever im
pressed by their original magnificence.
Now, however, they were all confusion,
furniture broken and flung aside, walls
hacked, dishes smashed into frag-
ments. The scene was sickening in
its evidence of wanton hate. Yet I
found no more bodies, or proof of
further resistance. In what must have
b<*'n Mistress Claire's private apart
ment I stood with beating heart star
for a mulatto, with hands s.
twisted. Surely the fellow was no j
soldier; he appeared more to me like
one who had followed the sea. 1
stepped over his body, and glanced the
length of the hall. The chandelier was
shattered, the glass gleaming under-
foot, 'he stair rail broken into a jagged
splinter, and a second man, shot
through the eye, rested half upright
propped against the lower step He
was a sandy-bearded fellow, no better
dressed than the one without, hut with
a belt about him, containing pistol
and knife. His yellow teeth protitid-
ing cave his ghastly features a fiend-
ish look. Beyond him a pair of legs
I stuck out from behind the staircase,
lad in long cavalry boots, and above
VS a graduate of college, and
she reads most every-
thing.
' She ean talk In French and German, she
can paint and «t e t an •tr.u'.
! Beautiful? She's tike s. ptctrre!
i When she talks she mak«s you think
Of the sweetest kind of music, ami .she
j doesn't smoke or drink;
J Oh! I can't begin to tell you of the poems
I she can quote;
She knows more than half the lawyers do
—but ma can't vote.
SANDWICHES FOR COMPANY.
Sandwiches are so acceptable and
furnish a great variety. With the ac-
companiment of a salad and a cup of
cocoa or tea, one is always ready for
a guest.
Lobster Sandwiches.—Mix an equal
quantity of finely chopped lobster
meat and yolks of hard cooked eggs
forced through a sieve. Moisten with
melted butter and season with mus-
tard, beef extract diluted with a little
boiling water and salt. Spread the
mixture on thin slices of butteredfcr \
bread, cut in fancy shapes.
Nut and Cheese Sandwiches.—Mix
equal parts of grated cheese and
chopped walnut meats; season with
Bait and cayenne and prepare as oth-
er sandwiches.
Windsor Sandwiches. — Cream a
third of a cup of butter and add a half
cup each of finely chopped cold boiled
ham and cold boiled chicken. Season
with salt and paprika and spread on
thin slices of bread
Sardine Sandwiches.—Remove the
skin from sardines and mash to a
paste. Add an equal quantity of hard
cooked eggs rubbed through a Bleve
Season with salt, cayenne and a few
I drops of lemon juice, moisten with
olive oil or melted butter and spread
I on thin slices of buttered bread.
! Oyster Sandwiches.—Arrange fried
oyster on crisp lettuce leaves, allow-
ing two oysters to each leaf for a
sandwich. Prepare as other sand-
wiches
Green peppers chopped and added
to mayonnaise makes a very appetiz
1 ing filling for sandwiches.
| se. barely showing, the green cloth | ing about at the ruin disclosed. The
n>« _ e-y • i . ,,lncnt li n H I.nr>n plnlltl CMf
of the Queen's Rangers. Then Grant
bad not gone when this attack was
made, or else he had left some men
behind? I dragged the body out into
the light so 1 might see the face—It
was the Irishman who had helped In
my capture.
1 stood stlrlng down at him, and
large closet had been swept clean, gar
ments slashed with knives, and left
in rags; drawers turned upside .lovin
In search after Jewels; the very em
taint torn from the windows. It was
a scene of vandalism of which vag-i,
bonds alone would be guilty.
.TO '\E CONTINUED.!
His Latest Atrocity.
The Doctor—That little dog of
yours, that barks and snarls whenever
I come over here, appears to be
quiescent today.
The Professor Yes obsequi-
Kscent; 1 burled him yesterday.
Progress.
"Now, young man," said Willie s fa
ther, "I am going to lay down the law
to you."
"All right, pa, but don't forget that
f I don't like it 1 may get ma to re-
tall your decision."
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