The Sapulpa Light. (Sapulpa, Indian Terr.), Vol. 11, No. 11, Ed. 1 Friday, May 3, 1907 Page: 7 of 10
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THE HOUSE OF
A THOUSAND
CANDLES
By MEREDITH NICHOLSON
Author o! "TIIF. MAIN CHANCE '
LiAMESOM," Eic.
L0|j) rlk'lit llHli b) BubUo-lIonill L'o.
CHAPTER VIII.—Continued.
The man I was looking for came to
the door quickly in response to my
knock.
"Morgan—" I began.
W on't you come in and rest your-
self, Mr. Glenarm?" he interrupted.
"I reckon you're tired from your trip
over—"
"Thank you, no," X snapped.
"Suit yourself, Mr. Glenarm." He
seemed to like my name and gave it
a disagreeable drawling emphasis.
"Morgan, you are an infernal black-
guard. You have tried twice to kill
me—"
"We'll call it that, if you like,"—and
lie grinned. "But you'd better cut
off one for this."
He lifted the gray fedora hat from
his head, and poked his finger through
a hole in the top.
"You're a pretty fair shot, Mr. Glen-
arm. The fact about me is,"—and he
winked,—"the honest truth is, I'm all
out of practice. Why, sir, when I saw
jou paddling out on thr luke this after-
noon I sighted you from the casino
half a dozen times with my gun, but
I was afraid to risk it." He seemed
to be shaken with inner mirth. "If
I'd missed, I wasn't sure you'd be
scared to death!"
For a novel diversion I heartily rec-
ommend a meeting w;th the assassin
who has, only a few days or hours be-
fore, tried to murder you. I know of
nothing in the way of social adventure
that is quite equal to it.
"Morgan, I hope you understand
that I am not responsible for any in-
jury my grandfather may have inflict-
ed on you. I hadn't seen him for oev
eral years before he died. I was never
at Glenarm before in my life, so it's a
little rough for you to visit your dis-
pleasure on me."
He smiled tolerantly as I spoke
knew—and he knew that I did—that
no ill feeling against my grandfather
lay back of his interest in my affairs.
"You're not quite the man your
grandfather was, Mr. Glenarm. You'll
excuse my bluntness, but I take it
that you're a frank man yourself. He
was a very keen person, and, I'm
afraid,"—he chuckled with evident
satisfaction to himself,—"I'm really
afraid, Mr. Glenarm, that you're not!"
"There you have it, Morgan! I fully
agree with you! I'm as dull as an
oyster; that's the reason I've called
on you for enlightenment. Consider
that I'm here under a flag of truce, and
let's see if we can't come to an agree-
ment."
"It's too late, Mr. Glenarm; too late.
There was a time when wc might have
done some business; but that's past
now. You seem like a pretty decent
fellow, too, and I'm 3orry I didn't see
you sooner; but better luck next time."
"Well," I said, seeing that I should
only mjike myself ridiculous by trying
to leaife anything froaj him, "I hope
our little spats through windows and
on \w?.lls won't interfere with our
pleasa/at social relations. And I don't
heslta/te to tell you,"—I was exerting
myself to keep down my anger,—"that
if I ciltch you on my ground again I'll
fill you with lead and sink you in the
lake."
"Thank you, sir," he said, with so
perfect an imitation of Bates' voice
nnd manner that I smiled in spite of
myself.
"And now, if you'll promise not to
fire into my back I'll wish you good
day. Otherwise—"
He snatched off his hat and bowed
profoundly. "It'll suit me much better
to continue handling the case on your
own grounds," he said, as though he
referred to a business matter. "Kill-
ing a man on your own property re-
quires some explaining—you may have
noticed It?"
"Yes; I commit most of my murders
away from home," I said. "1 formed
the habit early in life. Good day, Mor-
gan."
As I turned away he closed his door
with a slam,—a delicate way of . jsur-
ing me that he was acting in good
faith, and not preparing to puncture
my back with a rifle ball. I regained
the lake shore, feeling no great dis-
couragement over the lean results of
my interview, but rather a fresh zest
for the game, whatever the game
might be.
The sun was going his ruddy way
beyond St. Agatha's as I drove my
canoe into a little cove near which
the girl in the tam-o'-shanter had dis-
appeared the day before. The shore
was high here and at the crest was u
long curved bench of stone, boldly
reminlscentlal of Alma Tadoma, and as
clearly the creation of John Marshall
Glenarm as though his name had been
carved upon it.
It wa3 assuredly a spot for a pipe
and a mood, an 1 as the shadows crept
through the wood before mo. and the
water, stirred by the rising wind, be-
gan to boat below, I Invoked the one
and yielded to the other. Something
in the withered grass at my feet
caught my eye. I bent nnd picked up
u string vJ geld beads, dropped there,
^„d°UV,:.b' sonic s'n rrom 'he school | prised Ibem once innocently enjoying
' ". f member of the summer col- ( their pipes and whisk]- aad water in
ony. i counted the separate beads— the kitchen.
ti! m% i"i lound tliero were 50 of, "They are having trouble at the
inem. ,hc proper length for one turn school, sir," observed iintes.
about a girl's throat, perhaps; not
more than that! I lifted my eyes and
looked off toward St. Agatha's.
Child cf the red tam-o'-shanter, I'm
very sorry I was rude to you yester-
day, for I liked your steady stroke with
the paddle; and I admired, even-more,
the way you spurned me when you
saw that among all the cads In the
world 1 am number one in Class A.
And these golden bubbles tO girl of
the red tam-o'-shanter!), if they are
not yours you shall help me to find
the owner, for we are neighbors, you
and I, and there must be peace be-
tween our houses."
"The young ladies .-v-niing a little
wild, eh?"
"Sister Theresa's ill, sir. Ferguson
told me last night. And Ferguson says
that Miss Devereux's devotion to her
aunt is quite touching."
"Miss Devereux!"
"That's the name, sir,—rather odd,
I should call it."
"Yes, it is rather odd," I said, com-
posed again, but not referring to the
name. My mind was busy with a cer-
tain paragraph in my grandfather's
will:
"Should he fail at any time during
With this foolishness I rose thrust i sald year to comP'y wlth thls I>rovl"
the beads Into my pocket, and paddled 'Slon' said >)roPcr,y sha at °nce revert
home in the waning glory of the sun-
set.
That night, as I was going quite late
to bed, bearing a candle to light me
through the dark hall to my room, I
heard a curious sound, as of some one
walking in the house. At first I thought
Bates was still abroad, but I waited,
listening for several minutes, without
to my general estate, and become,
without reservation, and without ne-
cessity for any process of law, the
property, absolutely, of Marian Dev-
ereux, of the county and state of New
York."
"Your grandfather was very fond of
her, sir. She and Sister Theresa were
abroad at the time he died. It was my
SENTIMENT OF
THE PRESIDENT
NEW STATE CONSTITUTION NOW
IN HIS HANDS
being able to mark the exact'direction Sorlwful duty t0 te" them the sa(1
+i... i ... .. . .... nows in Npw Ynrlr sir wlion thpv
of the sound or to identify it with him.
I went on to the door of my room, and
still a muffled step seemed to follow
-ne,—first it had come from below,
then it was much like some one going
up stairs,—but where? In my own
room I still heard steps, light, slow
but distinct. Again there was a stum-
ble and a hurried recovery,—ghosts, I
reflected, do not fall down stairs!
The sorud died away, seemingly in
some distant part of the house, and
though I prowled about for an hour it
did not recur that night.
CHAPTER IX.
The Girl and the Rabbit.
Wind and rain rioted in the wood,
and occasionally both fell upon the
library windows with a howl and a
news in New York, sir, when they
landed."
"The devil it was!" It irritated me
to remember that Bates knew exactly
the nature of my grandfather's will.
Sister Theresa and her niece were
doubtless calmly awaiting my failure
to remain at Glenarm House during
the disciplinary year.
I had given little thought to Sister
Theresa since coming to Glenarm. She
had derived her knowledge of me from
my grandfather, and, such being the
case, she would naturally look upon
me as a blackguard and a menace to
the peace of the neighborhood. I had
therefore kept rigidly to my own side
of the st~ne wall.
"Bates!"
He was moving toward the door with
his characteristic slow step.
"If your friend Morgan, or any one
I 3mote the Table With My Clenched Hand.
splash. The tempest had wakened
me; it seemed that every chimney in
the house held a screaming demon.
We were now well launched upon De-
cember, and I was growing used to my
surroundings. I had offered myself
frequently as a target by land and wa-
ter; I had sat on the wall and tempted
fate; and I had roamed the house con-
stantly expecting to surprise Bates in
some act of treachery; but the days
were passing monotonously.
Memory kept plucking my sleeve
with reminders of my grandfather. I
was touched at finding constantly his
marginal notes in the books he had
collected with so much intelligence and
loving care. It occurred to me that
some memorial, a tablet attached to
the outer wall, or perhaps, more prop-
erly placed in the chapel, would be fit-
ting; and I experimented with designs
for it, covering many sheets of draw-
ing paper in an effort to set forth in a
few words some hint of his character.
On this gray morning I produced this;
U35
CIk life of lohn marshall Glenarm
was a testimony to tbt virtue of
flenerosltv, forbearance and gentleness
the beautiful things he loved
were not nobler than his own days
fits crandson (who served him ill)
writes this of him
1901
I had sketched these word3 on a
piece of cardboard and was studying
them critically when Bates came in
with wood.
"They're unmistakable snowflakes,
Blr," he remarked from the window.
"We're in for winter now."
HatcD had not mentioned Morgan or
referred even remotely to tho pistol
shot of my first night, and ho had cer-
tainly conducted himself as a model
servant. The gardener at St. Agatha's,
x Scotchman named Ferguson, had vis
ited him several times, aud 1 had sur-
else, should shoot me, or if I should
tumble into the lake, or otherwise end
my earthly career—Bates!"
His eyes had slipped from mine to
the window and I spoke his name
sharply.
"Yes, Mr. Glenarm."
"Then Sister Theresa's niece would
get this property and everything else
that belonged to Mr. Glenarm."
"That's my understanding of tho
matter, sir."
"Morgan, the caretaker, has tried to
kill me twice since I came here. He
fired at me through the window the
night I came,—Bates!"
I waited for his eyes to meet mini
again. His hands opened and shut
several times and alarm and fear con-
vulsed his face.
"Bates, I'm trying my best to think
well of you; but I want you to under-
stand,"—I smote tho table with my
clenched hand,—"that if these women,
or your employer, Mr. Pickering, or
that damned hound Morgan, or you—
damn you, 1 don't know who or what
you are!—think you can scare me
away from here, you've waked up the
wrong man; and I'll tell you another
thing,—and you may repeat it to your
school teachers and to Mr. Pickering;
who pays you, and to Morgan, whom
somebody has hired to kill me,—that
I'm going to keep faith with my dead
grandfather, and that when I've spent
my year here and done what that old
n.* n wished me to do, I'll give them
this house and every acre of ground
and every damned dollar the estate
carries with it. And now one other
thing! I suppose there's a sheriff or
some kind of a constable with jurisdic
tion over this place, and I could have
the whole lot of you put Into Jail for
conspiracy, but I'm going to stand out
against you alone,—do you understand
me, you hypocrite, you Btupid, slinking
spy? Answer me, quick, beforo !
throw you out of the room!"
ITO UK CONT1NLED.)
Representative Watson Asks That He
Indicate What He Will Do
in Order to Avoid
Needless Expense
and Labor
WASHINGTON: Representative
Watson of Indiana has submitted to
the president a eopy of the new state
constitution, witi the request that he
Indicate wlj'ther he will or will not
j approve such a constitution.
The copy of the constitution sub-
j mitted by Mr. Watson is the first au-
j thentic copy of that instrument that
j has reached Washington. Watson is
a brother of Charles Watson, clerk
to one of tile justices of the Oklaho-
ma supreme court, and he is said to
have sent it here.
In explaining Ills reason for sub-
mitting It to the president. Watson
said: "The republicans of the new
state think it would be foolish for
them to nominate candidates for
state offices and then conduct an ex-
pensive and laborious campaign to
elect those candidates if their work
is to be for naught, through the re-
fusal of the president to approve the
constitution."
The president did not say whether
he would in advance announce his
position regarding the constitution.
OKLAHOMA WHEAT NOW 60.8
Twenty Per Cent and 62.5 of Oats, to
Be Plowed Up
GUTHRIE: Returns from 314 crop
correspondents of the Oklahoma board
of agriculture, representing 273 town-
ships. compiled by Secretary C. A.
McNabb, show whea; crop condition
GO.8 per cent of normal and oats crop
only about 30 per cent, which means
a total less In the more important
counties. The green bug is held pri-
marily responsible for the damage to
both crops. The original wheat acre-
age is damaged 35 per cent by the
pest.
In several counties, notably Cana-
dian, Comanche and Logan, there will
probably be no wheat harvested.
Damage is reported from every coun-
ty except Day, which grows very little
wheat. The less is heavy in all ex-
cept northwest counties, where the
wheat crop is always light. In the
large wheat counties the lowest dam-
age is in Woods, where it was 13.5
per cent. Additional reports since
show it may reach 25.
The largest is in Kingfisher, 67.8.
Only one report in eighteen there
showed less than 50 per cent dam-
age. In the rest of the wheat belt
proper, tile damage runs from 20 per
cent in Kay to 60 in Noble. Twenty
per cent cf wheat will be plowed up.
The original wheat acreage Is 8 per
cent less than last year. Twenty-one
counties show a decrease; only five
an increase, and those are in the
northwest.
Oats damage by green bugs Is 70
per cent. No damage is reported from
Day and Woodward, and practically
none from Beaver and Dewey. All
other3 suffered heavily. Wherever a
field of oats is attacked the destruc-
ti:n Is complete, not in spots ilV.e
wheat.
The original oats acreage is heav-
ily increased over last year, averaging
27.4 per cent for the territory. The
proportion of oats that will be plowed
up on account of bug damage is esti-
mated at 62.5 per cent. It is difficult
to tell what crops will be (put In
where fields are plowed up. Labor
is scarce in many localities and fields
may lie fallow till wseat planting
time next fall.
ALLOTMENTS COMPLETED
Complete Fostsr \,1 Five Civilized
Tribes Has Been Prepared
WASHINGTON: Commissioner
Leupp of the Indian office completed
the allotment of the rolls of the five
civilized tribes. The number of per-
sons enrolled in all tribes and who
share the distribution of tribal land3
and funds aggregate 101,259, divided
oy tribes as follows:
Choctaws by blood, 17,403; Choc-
taws by intermarriage, 1,589; Choc-
taw freedmen, 5,996. Total, 24,988.
Chickasaws by blood, 5,727; Cliicka-
saws by intermarriage, 635; Chicka-
saw freedmen, 4,670. Total, 11,032.
Mississippi Choctaws by blood
1,639.
Creeks by blcod, 11,895; Creek
freedmen, 6,804. Total, 18,699.
Seminoles by bl:od, 2.135; Semi-
hole freedmen, 986. Total, 3,121.
Cherokees by blood, 36,366; Chero-
kees Intermarried, 286; registered
Delawares, 197; Cherokee freedmen,
4,931. Total, 41,780.
[~<S)itlt| Ashes
of loses
By MRS. LEONARD MARSHALL.
" La fin do toute chose . . .
Adieu, Cendres de Roses."
Only a torn scrap of
paper trodden in the
dust of tho l'aris streets,,
within sound of joyous
laughter, the buzz of
conversation and the
whirr of motor wheels.
Only seven little blurred
and tear-stained words
traced in a woman's handwriting, mutilated past all meaning for the
crowd, hut so full of import to the initiated few.
Were all things ended for her who had penned them? What depths
of misery hud she sounded? On what Calvary was her woman's heart
crucified ? . . .
Alas! Have we not all our "Cendres de Hoses?"
Memories of joys supreme that Hung open the Gates of Paradise
and lived the span of life allotted to a rose—or to love—followed by
distracting doubts and'despairing anguish and the never-to-be-ended life
ache that nothing can assuage, no balm will ever heal!
Dear dead relics mayhap of a passion that once raged like a prairie
(ire and gradually burnt itself out. . . .
Ashes of kind words, gone, consumed in the furnace of Time as we,
who have lived, loved and sulTered, will one day be—a pinch of dust scat-
tered to the four winds of Heaven! For such is the destiny of man!
Flowers of fancy—ashes of roses, you alone are real in a world where
most things are false. . . .
For sordid Wisdom cannot arrest the growth of illusions that blos-
som in our souls. In depths where only our inward gaze may sec—
among the clefts of the rock they bloom waiting for the magic touch that
will reap the harvest if they were not left to die unculled in the heart
starvation of unrequited love.
Mothers have their ashes of roses—toys of little children long since
passed away to higher spheres. They are treasured mementoes of a
mother's love for the sons and daughters living enshrined in the life of
her heart, I hough men unwisely may have deemed them dead, forgetful
that children are immortal to the women who have felt the flower-like
touch of haliy lips grown cold.
Ashes of roses, sodden with tears of blood, you should be treasured
in a vase of porphyry and gold; for the whole world holds nothing half
so precious as pure unsullied love!
Ashes of roses safely guarded in some shrine of memory, unforgot-
ten words that once fell like yalut upon a wounded heart, may we never
reach the deep regions of black despair v he re in echoes the wailing cry
"Adieu, Cendres de Hoses. . .
For the rose of the world ia love, and thrice happy are those who
can treasure it, aye, even unto its ashes!
&trsl)ii)s for J=>cicnrc
ant pleasure
By ALBERT A. MERRILL.
There are three points
of view from which the
balloon may bo regarded.
My opinion is that tho
order of their import-
ance is as follows: First,
as an instrument of
science; second, as an in-
strument of sport, and
third, as a means of
transportation.
Taking them in their order it seems to me that balloons are of great
value in meteorology. The free balloon carrying instruments must cer-
tainly be considered of vast importance as a means of increasing our
knowledge of upper nir conditions, and the general use of these balloons
all over the world would open up the possibility of our being able to chart
the upper air currents as kites will enable us to plot the lower air cur-
rents, and as observatories, do now enable us to plot surface currents.
Such increase of knowledge as these balloons will obtain will certainly
help in weather prediction, and the value of correct weather prediction
can hardly be overestimated.
Secondly, as a means of pleasure to the daring and wealthy, the
balloon offers many possibilities. Santos Dumont'in France, and Knab-
enshuhe in this country, have demonstrated that the small dirigible bal-
loon for one man is practical, and for the courageous hardly any sport can
offer such pleasure.
Thirdly, as a means of transportation, in the modern acceptation of
that word, 1 can see no future whatever for the balloon. The ratio of
the paying to the dead weight which can be carried is so low as to exclude
the earning of dividends oil investment. To obtain a practical speed and
independence «f wind more power must be used than can safely be
exerted through so frail a structure as a balloon must be, and this condi-
tion seems to be inherent in the weight and pressure of gases. Unless a
new gas can supersede hydrogen or something prove better than steel, I
see no reason to suppose that the balloon will ever be other than a scien-
tific instrument and a plaything of the rich.
This in peace. In times of war its
value for scouting is acknowledged, but
its value for dropping explosives
problematical.
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Ask Bonaparte About Division
GUTHRIE: Charles M. Thaoker,
prosecuting attorney of Greer county
and member of the territorial board
pf regents for normal schools, is in
Washington, D. C. It Is understood
that he will take up with Attorney
General Bonaparte the matter of the
division of organized counties by the
constitutional convention, getting, if
possible, an opinion regarding the le-
gality of the convention's action. The
suit of the commissioners of Greer
county vs. the constitutional convex
tion
iHcat (Duly
(0uriv a Sag
By DR. HARVEY M. WILEY,
Chief of Bureau of Chemistry. Washington.
A man may drink a
glass of typhoid germs if
he is in vigorous health
and may not get typhoid
fever, because his system
may throw off the poison,
but if he is broken down
one of the germs will get
hold of his intestines and
produce ulceration and
typhoid.
Not a man but has a pneumonia germ in his mouth. It will not
affect the healthy being, but let a man get a cold and it will take its seat
in his lungs.
I think a man ought to choose his own ration. Lots of people are
vegetarians. I think we eat too much meat for health. I HAVE VOL-
UNTARILY CUT DOWN MY MEAT TO ONE MEAL A DAY, and
I do not eat very much at that.
For the sustenance of physical exertion, if you have hard work to
do, there is nothing better than starch or sugar. The
cereal-eating nations can endure more physical toil
than the meat-eating nations.
Yon cannot tire out a Jap who er.ts rice, lie will
draw you all around the town on a pound of rice and
be as fresh nt the close of the day as when he
started.
You could not do that on a pound of meat to
savj your life.
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