The Paden News. (Paden, Okla.), Vol. 1, No. 10, Ed. 1 Friday, December 4, 1908 Page: 3 of 8
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You Have Not Learned All This Since You Have Been Here?"
BY^ZllA MIDDIXTON TYBOUT,
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IX^IJSTRAJJSD BY
RAY WALTERS
SYNOPSIS.
Three girls — Elizabeth. Gabrielle and
Klise—started for Canada to spend the
summer there. On board steamer they
Her - frightened by an apparently dement-
ed stranger, who finding a bag belonging
to one ot them, took enjoyment In scru-
thazing a photo of the trio. Eliee shared
her stateroom with a Mrs. Graham, also
bound for Canada. The young women on
a sightseeing tour met Mrs. Graham,
anxiously awaiting her husband, who had
a mania for sailing. They were intro-
duced to !-ord Wilfrid and 1 .ady Edith.
A eottago by the ocean was rented by
the trio for the summer. Elizabeth
learned that a friend of her father's was
to call. Two men called, one of them
being the queer-acting: stranger on the
fr-teamer. The girls were "not at home,"
but discovered by the cards left that one
of the tnen was Elizabeth's father's
friend. The men proved ti! be John C.
Blake and Gordon Bennett. The party
was told of the search for smugglers In
the vicinity of the cottage.
CHAPTER IV.
A few days later 1 paid a visit to
Mrs. Graham. We cotilti see her cot-
tage front the path which led to the
village, and every time I passed it 1
had ail uncomfortable feeling that she
was lonely and perhaps ill, and that
I ought to be neighborly. So at last
I went.
It was a most unprepossessing little
clapboard house, evidently built for
the solo purpose of affording a shel-
ter, for certainly no time or thought
had been wasted on verandas or other
unnecessary, though agreeable, acces-
sories. As 1 stood on the narrow
front steps, waiting for my knock to
be answered, I shivered instinctively
and wondered if, after all, her sum-
mer would prove very beneficial.
Mrs. Graham herself opened the
door, with an exclamation of pleasure.
"This is very nice," she said, "and
you are especially welcome this
morning, for sometimes one's thoughts
are but indifferent society, are they
not?"
"Well," I remarked, as 1 seated my-
self on the chair she Indicated, "so
we are really neighbors, after all! Are
you settled yet, and do you like your
new home? We are quite in love with
ours."
"Settled!" she said, with a slight
shrug. "Well, yes, I suppose so. But
don't call It home, please—four bare
walls, two windows, and a door. Is
that home?"
"But," I suggested, "why not look
through tho window at the ocean?"
"Ah,-•■thai ocean!" she Interrupted.
How 1 hate it! Always rolling, al-
ways changing; so deceitful, with its
treacherous laughing water, and so
cruel. I dislike salt air anywhere,
and this seems to me (be most ob-
noxious i over breathed. 1 do not see
how I am going to live through this
summer."
I listened in silent astonishment,
and Mrs. Graham paused with a short
laugh.
"Pray excuse me," she said; "you
see, I'm from the south, and I love the
warmth, the flowers, and the many,
tliany trees. My child is there, too.
You could not expect me to leave him
in Virginia and be happy in Canada,
could you?"
"Why not bring him to Canada
also?"
"Oh, no, no!" she said, with un-
necessary vehemence. "He is better
there—far better. See, this is his
picture. Do you wonder I am rebel-
lious at the separation? My mother
writes that he is quite well and hap-
py, and no longer frets for me. Think
of that! He is already learning to do
without me."
"He is like his father," I said, study-
ing the laughing little face.
"Very like," she replied; "very,
very like. Co you ihlnk," she con-
tinued slowly, "that the rearing of a
child determines its after life? I
mean, do you believe in environment
or heredity?"
1 looked from the picture in my
hand to the tense face of the mother,
"I do not know," I faltered. "You
see, I have nover thought about it."
"Of course you have not!" she ex-
claimed. "Why Bhould you? And how
silly in me to get started on my hobby
so soon! I ant apt to think every one
is as much intereested in children as
I am, but I suppose that is the way
with all mothers. A childless woman
loses both the greatest pleasure and
the greatest pain in life, and 1 do not
know whether to pity or envy her."
There was a movement in the room
above, and she held out her hand for
the picture.
"I will put It away," she said, hur-
riedly; "and let us talk of something
else. Mr. Graham thinks 1 allow the
boy to absorb me to the exclusion of
everything else, and perhaps he is
right."
Mr. Graham was coming downstairs
now. I listened to the descent of his
slippered feet, and speculated idly
whether he breakfasted every morning
at 11. He was evidently surprised to
seo me, and, I thought, not over-
pleased, although there was no lack of
cordiality In his greeting.
"So you caught me napping!" he
remarked. "The fact is, I'm a lazy
sinner at the best of times—eli, Juliet?
I'm extra lato to-day, though, but as
I only ea: a bit of fruit with wy roll
and coffee, Mrs. Graham says it is
no matter if our slavey does growl."
"You don't look as though you lived
on rolls and coffee," I remarked, by
way of keeping up the conversation.
"Oh, I make it up at lunch and din-
ner, I assure you. Isn't this a jolly lit-
tle box?"
He gazed about the hare room with
as much pleasure as though it con-
tained the luxuries of a palace, and
continued cheerfully:
"Just look out of the window—
how's that for a view? And then the
air wo breathe night and day! Pure
ozone—none of your strained, adulter-
ated products, I cau tell you! Already
Mrs. Graham is like a different crea-
ture."
I glanced curiously at Mrs. Graham,
but she refused to meet my eye.
"I have just been saying, Harry,"
she remarked, "how different this air
is from the south, and how invigorat-
ing I find it."
I smothered a surprised ejaculation,
and rose to go. Surely my new
friend was rather bewildering.
' Oh, I say," exclaimed Mr. Graham,
"just wait a moment till I drink my
coffee and I'll walk along with you.
I'm going to the village for the mail."
As the po3toltice whs my ultimate
destination also, I resumed my chair,
and Mrs. Graham and i carried on a
desultory conversation until he re-
turned, hat in hand, and announced
himself ready.
"You will come and see mo often,
will you not?" she said, holding my
hand for a moment. "And you will
not mind if I do not always return
your visits? I do not go out very
much."
"Nonsense!" returned her husbaud.
"Rousing is just what you need. She
shouldn't be such a recluse, should
she?"
He put the question in a laughing
voice, but it was evident he was really
annoyed, so I started for the door,
fearing I might unwittingly introduce
another unwelcome subject if 1 lin-
gered any longer.
I glanced furtively at Mr. Graham
as wo walked along, and more than
once found him inspecting me in like
manner. The third time I caught his
eye he laughed good-naturedly.
"Both taking stock," he remarked,
with calm nonchalance, "and both
caught in the act. Well, do I pass
muster?"
"I hope I have not been rude," 1
returned, n little vexed at his tone of
easy familiarity; but he only laughed
again, and began to talk about the
climate and the country, showing a
knowledge of the coast which sur-
prised me.
"Surely," I exclaimed, "you have not
learned all this since you have been
here?"
"Oh, no," he returned; "I'm an old
stager. TJw fact is, I spent several
summers here when I was a young
chap, and I'm very keen about it in-
deed. The sea regularly calls to me,
and I'm never quite happy away
from it."
"And Mrs. Graham?"
"Well, she don't know much about it
as yet, but she's learning. I can't in-
duce her to get into a boat, though—
more's the pity."
"You are fond of sailing?"
"Very fond. When 1 get out in my
catboat I have no idea of the flight of
time."
I had a sudden vision of his wife's
figure waiting on the little dock.
Doubtless she was destined to pass
many anxious, expectant hours before
the end of the summer.
Mr. Graham put our letters in his
pocket with his own, for safe keeping,
and we turned our faces homeward.
On the outskirts of the village we
met Lady Edith Campbell, sauntering
along under her white parasol, the
personification of dainty womanhood.
She stopped to speak to me, and I
was about to introduce my compan-
ion when, to my surprise, she held out
her hand cordially.
"Why, Mr. Graham!" she exclaimed.
"What are you doing In this remote
corner of the world, aud do you mean
to cut your old friends?"
"I was so astonished. Lady Edith,
that I doubted the evidence of my
eyes. What brings you here, may I
ask?"
"Wilfrid and I are touring for his
health. Is Mrs. Graham with you?
How very charming! We all crossed
from England together this spring,"
she explained for my benefit, "and we
got to know each other very well, as
people do on shipboard. Where is
Mrs. Graham, and may I not go and
see her this morning?"
Mr. Graham hesitated perceptibly,
but I settled the question by holding
out my hands for the letters and an-
nouncing that I meant to take a short
cut to the cottage, aud would see them
again soon.
As usual, the girls were on the
veranda, and I dropped tho mail in
Elizabeth's lap and flung myself ex-
haustedly Into the hammock.
"I don't like paylug visits," 1 re-
marked, "and I just hate taking walks
with other people's husbands."
"Oh. I don't know," replied Gabri-
elle. "I rather like married men—th y
are so safe. They never suspect you
of designs on them If you are pleasant,
you know, and—" i
"Why," interrupted Elizabeth, who
had been turning over the mail,
"what's this? What have you been
buying, Elise? I'm going to look
at it."
She held in her hand a small tissue-
paper package about the size of an or-
dinary note envelope, and before I
could disclaim any responsibility for it
she had opened it and was examining
the contents.
"Oh!" she exclaimed, "look at this."
And, nothing loath, we joined her
on the steps and looked also. The lit-
tle package contained a small piece of
blue ribbon, and carefully fastened to
it was a ring of yellow hair. Such
pretty hair it was, too! It might iK.ve
come from the head of a little child, it
was so soft aud curled so datntily. In
the sunshine it glittered like spun
gold.
Elizabeth put her linger under the
shining ringlet and looked at me
doubtfully.
"Where did you get it," she in-
quired, "and what are you going to do
with it?"
"I never saw it before," I replied,
thoroughly puzzled.
Gabrielle lifted the ribbon, which
was attached at tho top to a piece of
white note paper, evidently for the
purpose of holding.it straight.
' There is writing on it," she an-
nounced, and we literally put our
heads together to decipher the words
closely written in pencil.
" 'I need you,' " read Elizabeth. " 'Do
nut delay.'"
The Criminal Face.
In an address to the Ethnological
society of England on the right
method of dealing witli crime and
criminals, Sir Robert Anderson, late
chief of the criminal Investigation de
partment at Scotland Yard, referring
to the so-called criminal type of face,
said that on one occasion when Max
Nordau visited him he put before him
two photographs which were so
covered that only the faces were vis-
ible. One was that of Dr. Temple,
then archbishop of Canterbury, and
the other that of Raymond, the prince
of criminals of his time. The arch-
bishop's face, said Sir Robert, when in
repose had an expression which might
almost be termed sinister. Raymond
had a remarkably kindly. Intelligent
face. Max Nordau, who was told that
one of the two photographs was that
of a prominent English public man;
would not express any opinion as to
the types.
BAD ITCHING HUMOR.
Limbs Below the Knees Were Raw-
Feet Swollen—Sleep Broken—
Cured in 2 Days by Cuticura.
"Some two months ago I had a hu-
mor break out on my limbs below my
knees. They came to look like raw
beefsteak, ail red, and no one knows
how they itched and burned. They
were so swollen that I could not get
my shoes on for a week or more. I
used five or six different remedies and
got no helP. only when applying them
rhere is more, I continued; 'lis-; the burning was worse and the itching
less. For two or three weeks the suf-
j fering was intense and during that
I time 1 did not sleep an hour at a time.
Then one morning I tried a bit of
Cuticura. Prom the moment it touched
tr.e the itching was gone and I have
not telt a bit of it since. The swelling
went town and In two days I had my
shoes on and was about as usual.
George B. Farley, 50 faouth State St.,
Concord, N. H., May 14, 1307."
TWO GOOD STORIES BY BARRIE.
tor
" 'And another voice is calling,
Oh, it cometh from the sea.
With an undertone of danger-
Hut there's work for you and me.' "
"What does it. mean?" questioned
Gabrielle. "Elise, you brought it here;
you must know."
"Indeed I don't! I got the mail
and—"
I paused as a sudden light dawned
upon me.
"It's Ills," I exclaimed lucidly; and
went on to explain that Mr. Graham
had given me our mail very hurriedly,
as Lady Edith was waiting for him,
and doubtless the little package had
slipped in between two letters.
Elizabeth was folding the tissue
paper carefully about the piece of
ribbon.
"It is his, of course," she said, "and
we must return it. But, oh. dear! how
I wish I had not opened it!"
"What I want to know," remarked
Gabrielle, who was of a very Inquiring
disposition, "Is this; Why does Mr. Gra
ham carry a piece of yellow hair
around In his pocket, when his wife's
hair is almost black?"
"I wish I had not opened it," re-
peated Elizabeth, who was reatly
troubled. "How shall I ever explain
doing it? And to whom shall we re-
turn it?"
We discussed the question long and
anxiously, and finally determined to
inclose the package in an envelope
addressed to Mr. Graham, and send it
to the cottage by Mary Anne, with a
verbal message that ho had given it to
us by mistake.
"And," concluded Gabrielle, "we
won't ask any questions as to whose
hands it falls into, although I should
like to know all about it."
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
GOOD FORTUNE CAME TOO LATE.
Lifelong Unfortunate Killed Himsnlf
at Moment of Luck's Turn.
A French provincial newspaper tells
a story of the irony of fate. The hero
was a notary's clerk, named Lemer-
eier, who had a remarkable series of
reverses of fortune.
He seems to have been a hoodoo,
for something was bound to go wrong
with every firm he joined iu the ca-
pacity of clerk or cashier. Always ill
paid and Wretchedly unhappy, the
youth was in turn a gardener, a por-
ter, a carter and anything else that
enabled him to buy bread, till after
One Told by Successful Author Is De-
cidedly Against Himself.
Mr. J. W. Barrie, the author of
"What Every Woman Knows," tells a
good story against himself.
A lady of his acquaintance had
laken a friend to see one of his plays,
and, quite astonished, he asked her
why she did so.
"Oh," was the .reply, "it's such a
quiet street for the horses!"
He also tells of a playgoer who re-
ceived no response to his repeated re
quests to a lady in front of him to
remove her huge hat.
At length, exasperated, he said: "It
you won't take off your hat, my dear
madam, will you be so kind as to fold
back your ears?"—Woman's Life.
A Dead Bird.
Samuel Butler, the witty but eccen
trie author of "Erehwon"—which
means "Nowhere"—and of many other
remarkable and suggestive books, is
now more read than during his life
time. He died in 1902. In one Of his
notebooks he tells this incident, which
must have amused the great Charles
Darwin:
Frank Darwin told me his father
was on. c standing near the hippopota
mtts cage when a little boy and girl,
aged four and five, came up. The hip-
popotamus shut his eyes for a minute.
"That bird's dead," said the little
girl. "Come along."—Youth's Com-
panion.
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he returned to his native village of
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some unavoidable small debts.
The other morning an imperative
knocking at the door announced the
emissaries of the law. The wretched
I-emercier barricaded himself in and
then hanged himself. When a lock-
smith had broken open the door Le-
mercier was dead. The iutruder had
not come to arrest him, but to an-
nounce that a distant relative had left
him a legacy of $5,000.
Men and Women Friends.
Men prefer men to women for
friends, because between them there
is a sense of equality that is absent
from all their relations with the oppo-
site sex. Men, moreover, disliking the
way women treat women, confide In
each other with knowledge that their
confidence is more likely to be re-
spected than when they intrust their
secrets to a woman. The sense of
honor among men. their antipathy to
fidgets and agitation about trifles,
provides a larger stock of the raw
material of friendship between men
than that with which nature hw pio-
vlded the opposite
drinker, but it was long before I could
be persuaded that it was coffee that
hurt me. Finally I decided to leave it
off a few days and find out the truth.
"The first morning 1 left off coffee I
had a raging headache, so I decided I
must have something to take the place
of coffee." (The headache waa caused
by the reaction of tho coffee drug—
caffeine.)
"Having heard of Postum through a
irlend who used it, I bought a package
and tried it. I did not like it at first
but after I learned how to make it
right, according to directions on Dkg.,
I would not change back to coffee for
anything.
"When I began to use Postum I
weighed only 117 lbs. Now I weigh
170 and as 1 have not taken any tonic
in that time I can only attribute my
recovery of good health to the use of
Postum in place of coffee.
"My husband says I am a living ad-
vertisement for Postum. I am glad to
be the means of inducing my many
friends to use Posturii, too."
Name given by Postum Co., Battle
Creek, Mich. Head "The Road to "IVeli-
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Ever reo«l the- above letter? A
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•re BCBttlie, lr-|«s nail full of tiumam
lattrat.
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