The Norman Transcript. (Norman, Okla.), Vol. 19, No. 30, Ed. 1 Thursday, June 11, 1908 Page: 2 of 8
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QUEEN OF ACTRESSES
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SYNOPSIS.
Giles Dudley arrived In San Francisco
to join Ills friend ami distant relative
llenry Wlllon, whom lie was to assist
In an Important and inyslerious task,
and wlio accompanied Dudley on the
ferry boat (rip Into the city. The re-
markable resemblance of the two men
is noted and commented on by pasaen-
geis on 1 he ferry. They see a man with
snake eyes, which sends a thrill through
Dudley. Wilton postpones an explanation
of the s'range errand Dudley is to per-
form. hot occurrences cause him to
know it is one of no ordinary meaning.
Wilton leaves Giles in their room, with
Instruction to await his return. Hardly
lias he srone than Giles is startled by a
cry of "Help." Dudley Is summoned to
the morifue anil (her" finds the dead
body or his friend, Henry Wilton Anil
thus Wilton dies without ever explaining
to Dudley the puzzling work lie was to
perform in San Francisco. In order to
discover the secret mission his frlerul hail
entrusted to lilni, Dudley continues his
disguise and permits himself to be known
a. Henry Wilton. Dudley, mistaken for
Wilton, Is employed by Knapp to assist
In a stock brokerage deal. Giles Dudley
finds himself closeted in a room with
Mother Burton who makes a confidant
of him. He can learn nothing about the
reysterlous boy further than that It is
Tim Terrlll and Darby Meeker who are
after him. lie is told lliat "Dicky" Nahl
is a traitor, playing both hands In the
game. Giles llnilii himself locked In a
room. Dudley gets his llrst knowledge of
Decker, who is Knapp'a enemy on the
Board. Dudley visits (he home of Knapp
and is stricken by the beauty of Uielia,
his daughter, lie learns (lie note was a
forgery, lie is provided with four guards,
Brown, Barkliouse. Fitzhugh and Porter.
Me learns there Is to be no trouble about
money as all expenses will be paid, the
!« •• of the guards being paid by one
Richmond."
CHAPTER XIV.—Continued.
"Yes, I suppose so," saiil I dryly.
"Hut the woman has done me service
—saved tny life, I may Bay—and I'm
willing to forget the ha* in her."
"That's not for me to say, sor; but
there's quare things happens,
doubt."
"This note," I continued, "is writ-
ten over her name. 1 don't know
whether it came from her or not; but
It she sent it I must see her. It may
be a case of life or death for me.
"An" if it didn't come from her?
asked the policeman shrewdly.
"Then," said I grimly, "it's likely to
be a case of death if I venture alone."
"I'll tell you what, Mr. Wilton," said
Corson after a pause, "If you'll wait
a bit, I'd go with you—that is, if
there isn't somebody else you'd like
better to have by your side tonight.
You don't look to have any of your
friends about."
"Just the thing," I said heartily.
"There's no one I'd rather have. We'll
go down as soon as we can get a bite
to eat."
"I'll have to wait a bit, sor, till my
relief comes. He'll be along soon. As
for getting a bite, you can't do better
than wait till you get to Mother Bor-
ton's. It's " rough place, but It's got a
name for d cooking."
I was bev. iered.
"I guess there's not much to be got
in the way of eating in the house.
There was nothing left in it yester-
day morning but the rats." I spoke
with considerable emphasis.
"That's quare, now," he said, look-
ing to see if there was a jest behind
the words. "Hut 'twas all there when
McPherson and 1 put a club to a drunk
as was raising the Ould Nick in the
place and smashing the bottles, not
six hours ago. When we took him
away In the ixpress wagon the ould
woman was rowilng out those long
black curses in a way that would
warm the heart of the foul fiend him-
self."
There was some fresh mystery
about this. I held my tongue with the
reflection that I had better let it
straighten itself out than risk a stum-
ble by asking about things I ought to
know.
Corson's relief soon appeared. "It's
a nasty night." he said, buttoning up
his overcoat closely, as Corson gave
him a brief report of the situation on
the beat.
"It'j good for them as likes it dark,"
slid Corson.
It's just such a night as we had
when Donaldson was murdered. Do
you mind it?"
"Do 1 mind it? Am I likely to forgit
it? Well, a pleasant time to you, me
boy. Come along, sor. We'd better
be moving. You won't mind stepping
up to the hall with me, will ye, while
1 report?"
"Certainly not " 1 said with a shiver,
half at the*grim suggestion of mur-
der and half at the chill of the fog
and the cutting wind that blew the
cold vapor through to the skin.
"You've no overcoat, said Corson.
x "We'll stop and get one. I'll have mine
from the station."
The silence of the house of mystery
was no less threatening now than on
the night whan Henry Wilton was
walking through the halls on the way
to his death. But the stout-hearted
policeman by my side gavt me con-
fidence, and no sign showed the pres-
ence of an enemy as I secured Henry's
heavy overcoat and the large revolver
he had given me, and we took our
way down the staii'3.
A short visit to the grimy, foul-
smelling basement of the City Hall, a
brisk walk with the cutting wind at
our backs and 1 felt rather than saw
that we were in Uie neighborhood o!
the scene ol' my adventures of a night
that had coine so near costing me my
life and then I saw the lantern sign
give forth ils promise of the varied en-
tertainment that could be had at Dor-
ton's.
"Here we are," said Corson.
We pushed open the door and en-
tered. The place had the same ap-
pearance as the one to which I had
been taken by Dicky Nahl.
"A fine night, Mother Borton." said
Corson cheerily, as he was the first to
enter, and then added under hla
breath, —"for the divil's business."
• Mother Borton stared at him with
a black look and muttered a curse.
"Good evening," L hastened to say.
"I took the liberty to bring a friend;
he doesn't come as an officer to-
night."
The effect on the hag's features was
marvelous. The black scowl lighten-
ed, the tight-drawn lips relaxed, and
there was a sign of pleasure in the
bright eyes that had flashed hatred
at the policeman.
"Ah, It's you, Is it?" she said sharp-
ly, but with a tone of kindness in her
greeting. "I didn't see ye. Now sit
down and find a table, and I'll be with
ye after a bit."
"We want a dinner, and a good one.
I'm half-starved."
"Are ye, honey?" said the woman
with delight. "Then it's the best din-
ner in town ye shall have. Here, Jim!
Put these gentlemen over there at the
corner table."
"It's not the aristocracy of stoile ye
get here," said Corson, lighting his
pipe after the coffee, "but it's prime
eating."
I nodded in lazy contenrnent, and
wa#, and followed .Her footsteps In si
lenceOi) the floor above.
MothS"- <ton walked the passage
cautiously and in silence, and I fol-
lowed her example until she pushed
open a door and was swallowed up in
the blackness. Then I paused on the
threshold while she lighted a candle;
and as 1 entered, she swiftly closed
and locked the door behind me.
"Sit down," she said in a harsh
voice, motioning me to a chair by the
stand that held the candle. Then this
strange creature seated herself In
front of me, and looked steadily and
sternly in my face for a full minute.
"What have you done that I should
help you?" she broke forth in a harsh
voice, her eyes still fixed on my face.
"I really couldn't say," I replied po-
litely. "You have done me one or two
services already. That's the best rea
son I know why you should do me an-
other."
The hard lines on the face before
me relaxed at the sound of my voice,
and the old woman nodded ai ;>rov-
Ingly
"Ay, reason enough, I guess. Them
as wauls better can find it themselves.
But why did you sneak out of the
house the other night like a cop in
plain clothes? Didn't I go bail you
were safe? Do >ou want any better
word than mine?" she had begun al-
most softly, but the voice grew high
er and harsher as she went on.
"Why," I said, bewildered again,
"the house sneaked away from me—
or, at least you left me alone in It."
"How was that?" she asked grimly.
And I described graphically my ex-
perience in the deserted building.
As I proceeded with my tale an
amused look replaced the harsh lines
of suspicion on Mother Borton's face.
"Oh, my lud!" she cried with a
chuckle. "Oh, my lud! how very green
you are, my boy. Oh ho! ho ho!" And
then she laughed an in -ard, self-con-
suming laugh that called up anything
but the feeling of sympathetic mirth.
"I'm glad it amuses you," 1 said
-with injured dignity.
"Oh, my liver! Don't you see it
yet? Don't you see that you climbed
m
Well?" said I inquiringly.
"Well, honey, you're having a ron.
of the cards," she said at last. "Be-
tween having the message trusted to
a fool boy, and having a cop for your
friend, an' maybe gitting this note bej
fore you're expected to, you're setting
here genteel-like having agreeably
conversation along with me, instead
of being In company you mightn't like
so well—or maybe floating out toward
Fort Point."
"So you didn't write?" I said coolly.
"I had an idea of the kind. That s
why my friend Corson is smoking his
pipe down stairs."
Mother Borton gave me a pleased
look and nodded. I hoped T had made
her regret the cruel insinuation In her
application of the proverb to me as
the favorite of fortune.
"I see," I said. "I was to be way-
laid on the road here and killed."
"Carried off, more likely. I don't
say as it wouldn't end in killin' ye.
But, you see, you'd be of mighty small
use in tellin* tales if you was dead;
but you might be got to talk if they
had ye in a quiet place."
"Good reasoning. But Henry Wil-
ton was killed."
"Yes," admitted Mother Borton;
"they thought he carried papers, and
maybe they ain't got over the idea ylt.
It's jest as well you're here instid of
having a little passear with Tom Ter
rill and Darby Meeker and their pals."
"Well," said I, as cheerfully as I
could under the depressing circum
stances, "if they want to kill me, 1
don't see how I can keep them from
getting a chance sooner or later."
Mother Borton looked anxious at
this, and shook her head.
"You must call on your men," she
said decidedly. "You must have
guards."
"By the way," I said, "that reminds
me. The men haven't been paid, and
they're looking to me for money."
"Who's looking to you for money?'
"Dicky Nahl—and the others, I sup
pose."
"Dicky Nahl?"
"Why, yes. He asked me for It."
"And you gave it to him?" she asked
sharply.
"No-o—that is, I gave him ten doi
lars and told him he'd have to wall
for the rest. I haven't got the monej
from the one that's doing the hiring
yet, so I couldn't pay him."
Mother Borton gave an evil grin
and absorbed another inward laugh.
"I reckon the money'll come al!
right," said Mother Borton, recovering
from her mirth. "There's one more
anxious than you to have 'em paid,
and if you ain't found out you'll have
it right away. Now for guards, take
Trent—no, he's hurt. Take Brown
and Porter and Barkhouse and Fitz
hugh. They're wide-awake, and don't
Minister's Really Good Reason for Not
Purchasing Horse.
"I saw an Instance recently.' ie-
marked 8enator Carter of Montana,
"of one way to get along with Indians
when it comes to a horse deal. One
of the missionaries who makes occa-
sional excursions into the Crow coun-
try by way of getting on friendly
terms with the tribe, commissioned
two of the men to get him a swift,
strong and presentable riding horse,
and he stipulated that he would pay a
hundred dollars for the kind of horse
described. The braves soon appeared
with a horse, swift, strong and a
splendid looking animal, but, alas! so
vicious that he had to be clubbed al-
most to insensibility before he would
l,e saddled. Then the Indians blind-
folded him to get on the bridle.
"The missionary looked on, anything,
*>ut edified by the conduct of the
braves and fierce temper of the horse.
Still, the Indians insisted that they
had brought the horse described and
they demanded the hundred. The mis-
sionary explained that though the
horse could go like the wind, the rider
ran the risk of having his neck broken
before he dismounted. More than that,
the missionary was not strong enough
to beat the horse as the Indians had.
Besides, he finished tearfully, 'How
can I blindfold the horse whenever I
want to mount?' The Indians replied
that all he had to do was to take off
his shirt and tie it over the horse's
head. 'But conceive,' said the man of
God. 'how I would look being com-
pelled to take off my shirt every time
I got on the horse. Why, you Indians
know that 1 go among whites as well
as Indians, and women as well as
men. It would cover me with shame
to pull off my shirt that way. I can-
not buy this horse.' The Crows
thought it over and finally gave up on
the ground that it would not be seem-
ly lor the piieacher to have to take off
ills garments promiscuously, so the
deal was off amicably."
Recipe for Oratory.
Representative Hobson, at the end
of a brilliant speech on naval arma-
ment, was congratulated on his ora-
tory.
"What is your recipe for good ora-
tory?' a reporter asked.
"I am afraid oratory comes natural,"
was the reply. "There is, though one
recipe for it, old Job Walmsby's, but
It is hardly satisfactory.
"'Tha wants to be a public speyker,
dos' tha, lad?' Job, in his "\orkshiie.
dialect would say. 'An' tha thenks
Awm the chep to put tha up a
wrinkle aboot it? Tha's right, I awm.
Now, hark tha! When tha rises to
meek thy speych, hit taable,
MISS JULIA MARLOWE.
•«/ am glad to write my endorse-
ment of the great remedy, Peruna. 1
do so most heartily. "—Julia Marlowe.
Any remedy that benefits digestion
strengthens the nerves.
The nerve centers require nutrition.
If the digestion is impaired, the nerve
centers become anemic, and nervous
debility is the result.
Peruna Is not a nervine nor e j
stimulant. It benefits the nerves j
by benefiting digestion. _ _ j
Peruna frees the stomach of ca-
tarrhal congestions and normal diges-
tion is the result.
In other words, Peruna goes to the
bottom of the whole difficulty, when
the disagreeable symptoms disappear.
Mrs. J. C. Jamison, Wallace, Cal.,
writes: . .
"I was troubled with my stomach
for six years. Was treated by three
doctors. They said that I had nervous
dyspepsia. I was put on a liquid diet
for three months.
"1 improved under the treatment,
but as soon as I stopped taking the
medicine, I got bad again.
"I saw a testimonial of a man whosu
case was similar to mine being cured
by Peruna, so I thought 1 would give it
a trial.
"I procured a bottle at once and
commenced taking it. I have taken
several bottles and am entirely cured.
i Thompson's Eye Water
and
talk much. Take 'em two and two,
and never go without 'em, night oi) op~p(,n thy mawth. If nowt comes, tak'
day. You stop here to-night, and I'h a sup water, an' hit taable again,
git 'em for you to-morrow." I Then oppen thy mawth wider than
I declined the proffered liospitalitj afoor Then, if nowt comes, tak'
with thanks, and as a compromise thygen off and leave public speakin'
agreed to call for my bodyguard in the such as me.' "
early morning. Rejoining Corson, i
explained Mother Borton's theory ol
the plot that had brought me thither,
"She's like to be right," said the po-
liceman. "She knows the gang. Now,
if you'll take my advice, you'll let the
rats have your room for this night
and come along up to some foine ho
tel."
The advice appeared good, and fif
teen minutes later Corson was drink
ing my health it the Lick House bar,
nJ calling on the powers of light and
One Of World's Wonders.
Mount Etna, now attracting the ap-
prehensive gaze of the world after 10
years' retirement from active busi-
ness, has furnished more material for
travelers' tales than any other moun-
tain on earth. Astonished Englishmen
of a century ago, who fell into the
fashionable habit of climbing its high j
est peak—and some did so, to the
amazement of the Sicilians, even 1,1
Curious Indian Custom.
The following curious custom is re-
corded by J. Owen Dorsey in his
monograph on the sociology of the
Omaha Indians;
"In the spring when the grass comes
up there is a council or tribal assem-
bly held to which a feast is given by
the head of the Hanga geno. After
they decide that planting time has
come and at command of the Hanga
man a crier is sent through the vil-
lages. He wears a robe with hair out-
side and cries as he goes. 'They do.
indeed, say that you will dig the
ground! Hallo!' He carries sacred
corn, which has been shelled and to
each household he gives two or three
grains, which are mixed with the seed
corn of the household."
After this it is lawful for the peo-
ple to dig up the soil and plant their
crops.
LOOKING FOR COMFORT.
e . . I the dead of winter—have left on rec-
d irkness to watch over my safety as ^ (n the exui,erant language of their
'Jwcwmr TfLENQTE.' SXEJAJD. 5rtAPPZY~
then started up in remembrance of
the occasion of our being in this place
as the shadow of Mother Borton fell
across the table.
"If you will go upstairs," she said
sourly. "You know the way. I guess
your friend can spare you."
"Is there anything that can't be told
before him?" I asked.
"You'll be safer in my care than in
his," she said, with warning in her
tone.
"Yes, yes, I know I am safe here,
but how is it with my friend if I leave
him here? We came together and
we'll go together."
The crone nodded with a laugh that
ended in a snarl.
"If the gang knew he was here there
would be more fun than you saw the
other night."
"Don't worry about me, Mr. Wilton,
said Corson with a grin. "I've stood
her crowd oft before, and I can do it
again If the need comes. But I'd rath-
er smoke a poipe in peace."
"You can smoke in peace, but it's
not yourself you can thank for it,
said Mother Borton sharply. "There'll
be no trouble here to-night. Come
ulong." And the old woman started
for the door.
"Are you sure you're all right?
asked Corson in a low voice. 'There's
men gone up those stairs that came
down with a sheet over them."
"It's all right—that is, unless
there's danger to you in leaving you
here."
"No. Go ahead. I'll wait for ye. I'd
ao lief sit here as anywheres."
I hastened after Mother Borton, who
was glowering at me from the door-
into the next house back and went
through on to the other street ?' And
she relapsed into her state of silent
merriment.
I felt foolish enough as the truth
flashed over me. I had lost my sense
of direction in the strange house, and
had been deceived by the resemblance
of the ground plan of the two build-
ings.
"But what about the plot?" I asked.
"I got your note. It's very interesting.
What about it?"
"What plot?"
"Why, I don't know. The one you
wrote me about."
Mother Borton bent forward and
searched my face with her keen
glance.
"Oh," she said at last, "the one I
wrote you about. I'd forgotten it."
This was disheartening. How could
I depend on one whose memory was
thus capricious?
"Yes," said I gloomily; "I supposed
you might know something about it."
"Show me the note," sie said sharp-
ly.
I fumbled through my pockets until
I found it. Mother Borton clutched it,
held It up to the candle, and studied
it for two or three minutes.
"Where did you get it?"
I described the circumstances in
which it had come Into my possession,
and repeated the essentials of Cor-
son's story. Mother Borton's sharp,
evil face was impassive during my re-
cital. When It was* done she mut-
tered;
"Oipime a fool for luck." Then she
appeared to consider for a minute or
more.
I slept.
Whether due to his prayers or not
my sleep was undisturbed, even bj
dreams of Doddridge Knapp and hi!
charming but scornful daughter; anc
with the full tide of life and business
flowing through the street in the
morning hours I found myself once
more in Mother Borton's dingy eating
room, ordering a breakfast.
Mother Borton ignored my entrance,
and, perched on a high stool behind
the bar and cash-drawer, reminded me
of the vulture guarding its prey Bui
at last she fluttered over to my table
and took a seat opposite.
"Your men are here," she said short
lv. And then, as I expressed mj
thanks, she warmed up and gave mt
a description by which I should know
each and led me to the room where,
as she said, they were "corralled."
"By the way," I said, halting out
side the door, "they'll want some
money, I suppose. Do you know how
much ?"
"They're paid," she said, and pushed
open the door before I could express
surprise or ask further questions. 1
surmised that she had paid them her
self to save me from annoyance ot
possible danger, and my gratitude to
this strange creature rose still higher
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
day the emotions that thrilled the r
soul. "The man who treads Mount
Etna," wrote one of these, "is a man
above the world. Every river on the j
island can be traced from its mouth j
to its source."
Ought to Be a Winner.
"Say," remarked the man with the
absent hair, "I've got an idea for pub-
lication that would prove a bonanza
for some enterprising journalist."
"Well, come on with the explana-
tion," said the other party to the dla- |
logue.
"It's a daily paper without adver-
tisements," said the bald gentleman. |
"Why do you think such a paper
would be a success?" queried the
other.
"Because of the enormous circula-
tion it would attain," replied the party
of the prelude. "Why, every man with
a bargain-hunting wife would sub-
scribe for it."
"Hurry up, Shorty, an' git a move
on! I wants to make der next town
before der jail closes fer de night!"
A Hurdy-Gurdy Romance.
The day was sunny and warm. The
shade of an oak tree overhanging a
board fence offered grateful shelter to
the old woman who wheeled a hurdj
gurdy slowly down the street. Leav
ing the organ at the curbstone, the
woman seated herself on the ground
close to the fence, untied a red ban
danna, from which she produced a
luncheon not over dainty or appetlz
ing in appearance, spread out a news
paper, and set forth the meal, evident
ly expecting some one else.
The old hurdy-gurdy man soon join
ed her, bringing with him the pail
of beer for which he had stopped on
the avenue. He was brown and wrlnk.
led and grimy like herself; but be.
fore beginning the meal he bent down
and kissed the old woman, as if ol>
serving a sacrament.
And life seemed suddenly purer and
sweeter to the passerby.—N. Y. Press
First Punctuation Marks.
Punctuation marks were first use(|
in 1499.
Jews in New York.
It is- said that the New York Jew-
ish community is now the largest in
history or tradition. It represents ten
per cent, of the entire Jewish popu-
lation of the world. It is larger
than the aggregate Jewish population
of the eastern largest centers, Vienna,
Budapest, Berlin, Vilna, Amsterdam.
Lemberg and London. It is ten times
larger than the entire Jewish popula-
tion of France; it is 20 times larger
than the entire Jewish population of
Italy; it Is 25 times larger than the
population of Jerusalem, and 15 times
larger than the entire Jewish popula
tion of Syria and Palestine.
Kangaroo as a Food.
Twenty or 30 years ago the back
country squatters, in order to destroy
kangaroos, used to dig huge pits at
the corners of their paddocks, running
yards of calico along their wire fences
and then drive the kangaroos Into the
pits, dubbing and shooting them. In
those days kangaroo skins were of no
value; now that they are almost ex-
tinct, there is a great demand for
ttem. The flesh of a young kangaroo
la by no means to be despised, and
kangaroo tall soup is a delicacy now
hardly to be obtained.
It's a lucky turn for the theatrical
manager when he is compelled to turn
people away from the box office.
BUILT UP
A Poor Answer.
Otto E. Schaar, president of the
Waiter's club of New York, in a re-
cent argument on tipping, said to his
opponent, sharply;
"Your reply is altogether beside the
point and irrelevant. It reminds me
of a woman's reply in a German court
The woman was accused of poisoning
her husband. The prosecuting attor
ney said to her:
"You have heard the evidence. The
body contained enough arsenic to kill
ten persons. What have you to say?"
" 'My husband,' the women an
swered, 'was a big eater.' "
Right Food Gives Strength and Brain
Power.
The natura! elements of wheat and
barley, including the phosphate of pot-
ash, are found in Grape-Nuts, and that
is why persons who are run down from
improper food pick up rapidly on
Grape-Nuts.
"My system was run down by exces-
sive night work," writes a N. Y. man,
"in spite of a liberal supply of ordi-
nary food.
"After using Grape-Nuts I noticed
improvement at once, in strength, and
nerve and brain power.
"This food seemed to lift me np and
stay with me for better exertion, witih
less fatigue. My weight Increased 20
lbs. with vigor and comfort in propor-
tion.
"When traveling I always carry the
food with mo to insure having it."
Name given by Postum Co., Battle
Creek, Mich. Read "The Road to Well-
ville," in pkgs.
Ever read the above letter? A new
one appears from time to time. They
are genuine, true, and full of human
Interest.
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Burke, J. J. The Norman Transcript. (Norman, Okla.), Vol. 19, No. 30, Ed. 1 Thursday, June 11, 1908, newspaper, June 11, 1908; Norman, Oklahoma. (https://gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc138499/m1/2/: accessed April 19, 2024), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, https://gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.