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the black dispatch
PACE TWO
IMflOVED OIWOIM IKTEMAT10NAL
White Man
, (CoprrtgK W . by Bobbs-Merrtll Co.)
By GEORGE AGNEW CHAMBERLAIN
Antkor of "Homo," "Through Stained GW," -John Bogwdu," Etc.
CHAPTER X.—Continued.
-11—
With her breast rising and falling in
•chlng accompaniment to the mount-
ing rhythm, cheeks pale, lips parted,
«yes staring in vain pursuit of the in-
credible flight of sound, she stood, a
slim tense figure for once made free
of that domain that Is beyond art, be-
yond genius and is called quite simply,
Gift of God. With a toss and a back-
ward shake of the man's great head,
the voice climbed smoothly to that stu-
pendous high C that has wrecked the
reputation of many pygmies and
brought fame to a daring few. It held
and still held until earth and moon and
stars seemed little things that paused
to listen, obstructed in unimportant
courses. Breath suspended until her
lungs were near to bursting, Andrea
waited for that note to come down in-
to the range of normal belief, but to
her mind at least it was destined to
hang eternally in the heavens, for the
man had turned.
Her eyes knew horror for the first
time. The man's face was half oblit-
erated. It had been plowed by conflu-
ent smallpox and destroyed by a worse
disease. The nose was gone, leaving
an ignoble ruin of stripped cartilage,
dried in the air till it was like weath-
ered parchment. One ear had been
ravaged in a clean cut so that it rose
to a needle-point. That the wounds
were healed only added an inexorable
finnlty to their repulslvtness.
Only'the man's thick red Hps and
his blazing eyes seemed to have es-
caped the pestilence. As his startled
gaze fell upon Andrea his mouth
opened to a wide, soundless laugh.
With broad shoulders stooped, his ab-
normally low-hanging hands curved up
like monstrous talons and his shaggy
beard wagging to that silent laughter,
he advanced upon her, encircled her
waist with his fingers and shot her up
lightly so that she fell doubled across
his back and chest. He gave a .low
whistle and sped from the craal at an
Incredible pace. The boat-bovs arose
stealthily and flitted after him.
To Andrea's transfixing terror was
added a memory—a fleeting glimpse—
of Trevor, standing, hands in pockets,
before his door. On his face was an-
Ker—cold, white, unforgiving anger.
She thought she cried out to MacClos-
ter to stop, to give her but one moment
to explain, to beg forgiveness, to
grovel at the feet of the one man In
all the world, but no sound came from
her lips.
Not until she stood tottering on the
canted bottom of MacCIoster's boat did
life come back to her heart and veins
and lungs. She threw up her head
and screamed as she had never known
mortal could scream—a wild, terror-
winged wail of desperate appeal. Mac-
Closter snatched tiller from rudder,
struck her across the shoulders,
knocked her, face down, Into fetid
bilge-water.
The stench of the stale water pro-
duced In her a reaction; it was so
nauseating that it momentarily drove
thoughts of all other things from her
mind. She drew away from it and.
crawling to the grated floor of a small
cockpit, crouched in the corner formed
by the gunwale and the after thwart.
Just to her left, so close that even
with bead bowed she could not avoid
seeing his enormous feet, sat MacClos-
ter.
He talked to her steadily in a mut-
tering undertone, but a long time
passed before she began to distinguish
one word from another. The mutter-
ing swelled slowly to a clear and
liquid enunciation; the voice became
like music undeflled. But no longer
could it drug her senses; she shud-
dered, cringed under its terrible
caress. Its beauty had become forever
leprous.
"Dear, lovely, rile and sullen per-
son," It was saying, "who would have
thought it? Who would have imagined
that you, a Helen among women, pos-
sessed of beauty, youth and a really
lovely evening frock, should have
come so far for a man? Cheer up!
You've found two; one dunghill ban-
tam and—and me."
He laughed, not silently and still not
quite aloud. It was an extraordinary
eound. It awoke in Andrea a chord of
memory. It was not the stereotyped
laughter of the stage; It was more spe-
cialized than that Then she remem-
bered. His was not the laugh of an
Individual; it was the clipped, stacca-
to, maddeningly deliberate, "Ha! Ha I
Ha!—Ha 1 Ha! Ha I" of chorus and
conspirators In the "Ballo In Mas-
chera,"
"I ask you, who could have Imagined
It?" he continued; then, his voice
thickening to a sinister intensity, he
added. "I could, d your soft car-
cass. Women! Fair women 1 Ha 1 Ha 1
Ha 1 Dreams of fair women I Garrrl
Spawn of hell! Pestilence that sleep
by day and lurk in the shadows of
night and wine. Damnation of the
filthy byways of the world, parading
In the sweet likeness of God 1"
Andrea suddenly looked up, straight
into his blazing eyes. 'Ton yourself
arc speaking," she said in a clear
-voice. "I am a woman, weak, miser-
able—never so miserable as In this
#«ful night—but I'm not a coward.
I can forgive not you but what you
say, for you cried out Just now from
hell infinitely deeper than mine."
The blaze of light In MacCIoster's
eyes died to a brooding glow. There
was something in Andrea's face, some
illumination of the clean soul within
her, that spoke with a sure voice,
louder, more persuasively than words.
"The gifts that women may bring in
their hands," he said with a whisper-
ing sigh, "love, tenderness and honor,
rest to the anchored soul I I, Mac-
Closter, had the world at my feet for
a single night. Drunk with adulation,
drunk with wine, I went out to seek
the gifts that women bring in their
hands." His voice dropped to a bitter,
half-flippant note of self-mocking.
"Smallpox and worse in a single night.
Ha ! Ha! Ha 1"
The laugh rang out full-throated,
thunderous, terrible for the freight of
rage that it carried. It rolled and
echoed across the 6llent night like the
roar of a stricken lion. Scarcely had
it died to a stillness when to Andrea's
ears came a clear command, calm as
the voice of an executioner, "Lie down,
Andrea."
Before she could quite obey a rifle
spoke, there was the "Phut 1" of a bul-
let as a patch of MacCIoster's shirt
leaped suddenly, weirdly, from his
shoulder into the air. Instantly he
leaned down and with one hand picked
up Andrea lightly and held her sus-
pended between himself and the shore.
"One more, Trevor! you lousy ban-
tam!" he bellowed. "One more to
save me the trouble of wringing the
neck of your little chicken!"
As he finished speaking, Trevor shot
again. A look of vacant surprise
passed over the face of the punter
nearest to Andrea. He crumpled up,
Rank as though all his bones had sud-
Trevor Shot Again.
denly melted and fell, face down, to
the bottom of the boat. His pole, re-
leased, slid with a swift swish into the
water. MacCloster promptly placed
her on the seat beside him and gave a
calm order to the remaining punters,
who had paused in terror. He stood
up, took the tiller between the tremen-
dous calves of his legs and proceeded
to fill and light his pipe. "You see?'
he said, quietly. "He won't shoot
again. How do I know? I'll tell you.'
He half seated himself, elbow ou
knee, the tiller under the crook of his
leg. "A little brain work," he contin-
ued conversationally. "Trevor meant
to kill a nigger, but not that one—not
the one next to you. He was shooting
at the bow-boy and he hit the stroke
oar! How do I know? Well, it's what
any man would do, let alone one of
the best shots that ever drew trigger.
He would pick off the crew beginning
farthest from the point where he need-
ed all his n*rve. Now the Bantam
knows what he knew well enough be-
fore, only he knows It a d sight
better, and that Is that no man living
can shoot in moonlight and tell where
the bullet will go.
'He won't shoot again," he finished,
turning to her with a ghastly smile.
"So you're safe—safe with me. I don't
ask you to love me for my looks—only
for myself I"
Andrea looked anywhere but at his
face. "You and I know," she said after
a pause, "that I am quite safe with
the man you once were."
"Here," said MacCloster. his eyes
narrowing. "It's too late to pull any
of that stuff. Why didn't you try It
back there when I was really soft?"
"When you were sincere." answered
Andrea. "I was sincere. You knew It;
but you wouldn't have known It—It
wouldn't have been true—If I had tafcen
the chance to save my skin."
"That's so," conceded MacCloster
thoughtfully. "But If you're not going
to be persuaded to love me, will you
please tell me where I get off? What
are you good for, anyway? Do you
realize that I gave up a case of gin
for you and that a case of gin in these
troubled times Is worth all of three
pounds sterling?"
Andrea winced. "So I'm really not
worth three pounds," she said half to
herself.
MacCloster heard and took quick
pity on the wistfulness in her voice.
"Well," he said, comfortingly, "I
wouldn't say that Where it was a
question of sentiment or a matter of
having something pretty around the
house a man might go further. Why,
even among the blacks—"
He paused, looked calculatingly at
her and then went on: "Old-timers will
tell you that there are two qualities
that don't exist in Africa at all; one is
gratitude and the other Is affection. I
think they're right about the first, but
about the second, I know better. There
are cases where a black likes a partic-
ular woman, and when that happens
his face Is marked by a peculiar look.
I know it and every time I catch sight
of it I'm two extra pounds in pocket."
"Why?" asked Andres. "What do
you mean?"
"Why, my dear? Don't you know?
Didn't Trevor tell you that I'm—I'
In trade?"
"He said," answered Andrea, "that
you were engaged In some horrible
business, but that he couldn't conceive
of any reason why he should tell me
what It was. I was very curious then,
•but now I really don't care."
"Finicking, crowing prude I" ex-
claimed MacCloster, his mind on Tre-
vor. "Why, it's the most legitimate
hundred per cent little business that
ever crawled out of a big brain. If it
wasn't for me this whole back coun-
try would run short of wives."
"You mean you buy and sell wom-
en?" asked Andrea.
"No, not exactly," answered Mac-
Closter. "I raise them. I'm the legal
possessor of a hundred and eighty-two,
or five, or six, wives. Can't just re-
member."
"Oh!" gasped Andrea,muching still
farther into her corner.
"There you go," said MacCloster,
cdlmly. "Don't let your imagination
run away with you, my dear. I said
I'm the legal possessor and I mean
just that. But what's the use of talk-
ing. You'll see."
All through the night and well Into
the next day the boat traveled stead-
ily upstream. MacCloster yawned pro-
digiously three or four times, but
never gave up the tiller to a "boy."
In the early morning they entered a
long reach of the stream flanked on
both sides by flat plains. MacCloster
stood erect and his eyes made the cir-
cuit of the horizon. "Nothing," he
said. "If he could have beaten us to
this our name would have been Den-
nis. He's given up his favorite little
spotted hen. Flap your wings and say
good-by."
Andrea's heart, already low, sank a
lot lower. Not once through the night
had she closed her eyes and she knew
now that she had been hoping and
praying that the first gleam of morn-
ing would find Trevor, the avenger, on
the bank. She could not know, as did
MacCloster, that an Impassable forest
of unbroken thorn stretched for miles
between the two camps. There was
Just one open road to MacCIoster's—
the river—and on that no other boat
could equal the speed of his own.
"Say," said MacCloster, moved by a
sudden thought, "Is there anyone that
would give a lot of money for you ?'
Andrea's brows drew together ._
honest valuation of what was left of
her olt' self. "I don't know," she said
meekly. "Perhaps not now."
"What would he give for you?" Mac-
Closter asked, jerking his beard over
his shoulder.
"He said he wouldn't give three
pounds," answered Andrea in a still,
small voice. She began to cry.
MacCIoster's eyes grew round with
fright "Oh, come now," he protested.
"Here you've been hours without even
thinking of that d—d old trick. Stop
it I" he roared suddenly. "Stop it or
I'll mash your head In."
'I wish you would," sobbed Andrea
and cried harder than ever.
MacCloster rolled his eyes heaven-
ward as though he implored aid. "Lis-
ten," he said, talking Into the sky.
"Listen and I'll tell you what I'll do.
Are you listening?"
"Yes," gasped Andrea.
"Well," said MacCloster. "You've
been a lot of trouble to me and a big
loss. You can't expect a dry man to
farget a whole case of schnapps. Now
I'm going to let you write him a note
and if you can get him to give three
cases of gin for you, why he can have
you, d n him."
Andrea stopped crying, sat up
straight and dabbed her eyes with her
very dirty fingers, but there was a
strange, set look in her face that made
MacCloster doubt her sudden cure
"Will you do It?" he asked.
"Never," said Andrea.
"You're queer, like all of them." he
commented musingly. "But somehow
the suggestion stopped you crying."
drer'herTves'liii8 *hat?" An* I H,s eyes had fallen on a group of
fookTa's ™
SleVlde11^ my T*"* ^ra^sur- 'y^ontaS'c^
-wuTi"*■ JrX.1T
•'Th^ " ,e'" 88ld MftcC,OBfer- boi that MacClostei's eyeT'wert'rt™
Thats my hut; eighty feet high, one eted. He turned and spoke to Andrea
hundred and twenty feet across and I in an oily tone that for wmo innvntin
•most a hundred yards' dash around." ble reason froze her blood 1? wSs as
Andrei L l rU, bulld ,t?"asked though he had suddenly assumed a
Andrea, absorbed in spite of her new and strange personality upon
which her twelve hours of brave Inter-
misery.
"Well," replied MacCloster, "I'm course with h7mhadhadnToccaZ
10^e®t- 1 don * mlnd admitting that to establish Its grip He became a
ilJth®..bU"dl°g: 1 Justcame | stranger within .danger and Topi
modest.
God
along and put on the roof. Trevor I lessly inaccessible.
ever show you any mafuta trees?" "Come with me, my dear" was all
"Yes, they are wonderful," said An- he said.
10 She him an
^HaTf^an ^ and t^atch®d over-" their pupils dilated she began J dis"
landing "Want' mT Z a cover shadows within the shadow until
landing. Want me to carry you she was able to make out the entire
"or will 8you walk ? SteF ^ * ,eer> schemf ot '^rior arrangement. The
Tn lr„ t. A ,, groUnd floor' wlth the exception of an
III walk, said Andren, going sud- open space around the trunk of the
denly white with sickening recollec- tree, was devoted to a series ot vast
' 1 sleeping rooms into which, she gath-
cmaptcd V. I ™ed fr,0m a muttered Phrase of Mac-
XI. Closter's, were herded nightly all tha
, , £'r'3 marriageable age, accompa-
MacCloster s craal was a master- nied by a few of those old harridans
piece of ingenuity. In its center rose who In certain tribes act as govern-
the stupendous cala that had aston- esses with the qualification that it is
Ished Andrea even from a mile away, their duty to instill all the knowledge
Around the monster hut was an im- which the mentors of the young of
passable boma or barrier of thorns civilized peoples are supposed to with-
pierced by a single entrance; outside hold.
the boma, in the form of a ring, came Around the trunk of the tree whlct
hrnlTT"8 T? C°Urt Which em" w,s twelve feet or more in diameter
braced a large shade tree, indispensa- a rough spiral stairway had been con
mLf/ r eUS ff P°W-W0W8 and structed to give access to a platforir
men s gossip Around the beaten circle which was built on and around tht
hnt« . rV? 1* ST'at8d r°WS of raain ,ntersection of wide-spreading
Fn!L. X de,pendent outhouses, limbs. This platform was inclosed
Enclosing the entire human beehive and lighted by oil lamps. A glance
was a stockade of giant cactus with an within told her that it was the abodf
arched entrance at each point of the of MacCloster himself, the well-nigt
compass. Impregnable center of the spider's web.
Aside from the repulsive fundamen- From every side of it extended the
tal idea of the enterprise, MacCIoster's sturdy limbs of the tree and up each
LESSON
'By REV. f. B. K1TSS WATER. D. D..
Teacher of English Bible In the Moody
Bible Institute of Chicago.)
(Copyright, 1 20, Western Nowepsper Union.
LESSON FOR JUNE 27
REVIEW:
THE NOBLE
SAMUEL.
LIFE OF
SELECTION FOR READING-l San*.
12:1-5, 13-25.
GOLDEN TEXT-I will teach you tfc*
good and the right way.—I Sam. 12:21.
ADDITIONAL MATEKIAL-I Sam. 1:1-
11:23.
PRIMARY TOPIC—Stories About Sam-
uel.
JUNIOR TOPIC—A Boy Who Became a.
Great Man.
INTERMEDIATE AND SENIOR T0P1«
-Strong Points in Samuel's Character.
YOUNG PEOPLE AND ADULT TOPIC
-Samuel's Service to His People.
of them climbed a series of projecting
cleats which served as ladders to reach
a vast system of smaller platforms,
built wherever the natural disposition
of the branches afforded adequate sup-
port. These lesser rooms were used
as storehouses for merchandise, pro-
establishment was astonishingly
moral. It was true that he had con-
tracted for over a hundred and eighty
wives in strict accordance with native
law but it was equally true that he
allotted this array of consorts, without
exception, to veritable husbands of
his own choosing. The only point of visions and ivory; and a few of them,
divergence from native custom was near the very top of the tree, were
that he demanded no payment of obolo fitted out as guest chambers especially
from these drones and as a conse- adapted to the safe-keeping of doubt
quence retained the' right of disposal ful strangers as also for the effective
of their female offspring. hiding of chattel, human and other-
This innovation would have struck I wise, which for one reason or another
at the root of the Africans conception MacCloster .desired to keep out of
of vested interests had it not been for si£ht.
the giant singer's canny astuteness in Tnto one of the latter Andrea was
facilitating to the drones the purchase Anally ushered, breathless from her
of one wife each in their own right, On its floor was a fresh grass
thus killing two birds with one stone; I mat. a clean blanket, a clay pot of
for the native male normally works drinking water with a dipper made out
but once in his life and that to earn of a coconut shell and a square box
the sum with which to acquire the Ifl,,ed with sand, evidently intended for
mate who will not only thenceforth the bed of a cooking-fire. The only
support him but eventually bring him "Sht came from a cotton wick laid in
a return of two or three fold on his I an °Pen vessel filled with oil from the
investment. I castor bean.
As a consequence, MacCloster never "There you are, Slssie* said Mac-
lacked boatboys, machilla carriers, Cl°ster, in his new oily voice, "every-
ivory hunters or porters and controlled tWnE 3'ou can possibly need and when-
as well an army of women and girls ever yo« want to go out, all you have
whose spare time was applied first to t0 do is to climb down and go through
the preparation of food and wood and I my room- You won't have to do your
water fetching and then to the culti-1 own cooking for a day or two; 111 send
vation of the enormous shambas Iyour scoff «P-"
which produced corn and millet in Andrea's heart sank to depths that
great abundance for the lucky mem-1!t had never reached before; her lower
bers of the close corporation. "P trembled and drew down at the
That there was a suStle poison at corners-.
work somewhere in this social cos- "Now. don't look so glum," said Mac-
mography was evidenced by the fact Closter. leering at her. "Just remem-
that while there was always a long ber that you couldn't be safer in h 1
waiting list of recruits for the estab- thnn you are here
lishment there was also a tendency on I He turned and left her with a laugh
the part of many natives to face star-1 at b,s own Joke. The measured "Ha 1
vation rather than accept the ques-1 Ha' Ha!—^a! Ha! Ha 1" reverberat-
tionable Intrusion of the white man in I ^ through the interminable mazes of
the Intimate structure of their family the entombed tree. More than ever It
life. It was further evidenced by an Iseemed the mocking laugh of thirty
abnormal apathy which seemed to I vo,ces' chanting in unison. She threw
possess MacCIoster's people In direct I herse1' fn" length, face-down, on the
proportion to their increasing well-fed I 8X888 mat and covered her ears with
and lazy sleekness. Iher hands. Presently bodily exhaus-
This, however, was a phenomenon Ition came to her aid and she merci;
that did not trouble him so long as I s'ept.
there was a constant demand in ex-1 Hours later she awoke to a feeling
cess of the supply of marriageable that she had beei definitely summoned
girls; on the contrary, while it puzzled by her subconscious self to face an im-
him, he welcomed It as making toward m,nent danger. Night had fallen and
the easy enforcement of a strict dis- ,ts Peace had settled on the craal In
cipllne. In all matters that affected I general, but there was no peace In the
the Internal life of the strange camp, great caia- °«t of MacCIoster's room
he was sole arbiter beyond any cavil- j arose through the whispering stillness
ling, and a martinet. a series of monstrous sounds, mon-
Andrea could have taken a rea-18trons,y magnified—gurgling, rumbling
sonably calm interest in all the details I curses- muttering*, the occasional
that crowded to her attention during crash of a shattered empty bottle,
her rapid progress into the heart of I Then came a silence more ominous
MacCIoster's stronghold had it not than the nolses. f°r It was alive, a
been for an Incident that revivified all creeping thing with tentacles that
her fear and repugnance toward the *€med t0 he writhing op the limbs of
man and which occurred as they en-1 ,'"ee-
• 1 (TO BE CONTINUED.)
tered the ring court MacCloster. strid-
ing ahead of her, suddenly paused and
his horrible face apparently achieved
the Impossible by undergoing a de-
basing transformation.
Getting It Straight
No, girlie, the court Tier Is not r*>
sponsible for the sob stuff.—LouUvDls
Oouri«>r-Jnurr*l.
The method of review must largely
be determined by the teacher and the
grade of the class. For tiie junior
and intermediate grades a good way
will be to make it biographical, cen-
tering in Gideon, Eli, Samuel, Eli's
sons, Saul and David. Of course, the
outstanding personality is Samuel.
For the older classes the following
from Peloubet's Select Notes is an In-
teresting and profitable method:
"This review, suited to older classes
only, will deal with difficult questions
Involved In or suggested by the vari-
ous lessons of the quarter, questions
that you may not have had time to
discuss adequately during the quar-
ter. Assign one of these to each stu-
dent, and divide Jhe time evenly
among them. The following list of
topics may prove helpful, but it is
intended to be only suggestive:
Lesson I. How to put religion into
our state and national government
Lesson II. How to utilize better than
we are doing the power of women.
Lesson III. How to bring together
and use the righteous and brave mi-
nority.
Lesson IV. How to single out andi
help the deserving poor.
Lesson V. How to develop the re-
ligious capacities of children.
Lesson VI. How to open the eyes of
parents to their children's faults.
Lesson VII. How to bring to bear
upon public questions the, decisive
power of prayer.
Lesson VIII. How to select the best
leaders in church and state.
Lesson IX. How to develop individ-
ual initiative without the loss of dis-
cipline.
Lfsson X. How godly men may in-
fluence the progress of affairs.
Lesson XI. How to inspire children
with lofty ideals.
Lesson XII. How to make our live«
serene and trustful.
A plan which can be adapted to all
grades is the gathering of the.main
facts of each lesson and then stating
its leading lesson.
The following are suggestions as to
the leading lessons: j
Lesson for April 4. As Jesus joined
the disciples on the way to Emmaus,
so he joins all who are journeying
life's way In sorrow and says, "Tell
me your troubles and perplexities.''
He wants us to confide In him.
Lesson for April 11. Deborah's Judge-
ship shows that a woman is capable
under God not only ot the administra-
tion of justice, but of leading a natloa
forth to victory In time of war.
Lesson for April 18. The secret of
Gideon's victory was his faith. The
ground of his faith was God's word.
Lesson for April 25. Because Ruth
forsook country, friends, and her gods
for the true God, she has been accord-
ed a place of honor In the ancestry
of Christ.
Lesson for May 2. Because Samuel
was given in answer to a mother's
prayer and was dedicated by her to
the Lord's service, the Lord was able
to use him in a large way.
Lesson for May 9. Parental indul-
gence results in the shame and ruin of
both Eli and his sons.
Lesson for May 16. When God's
people repent of their sins and turn
to him for pardon he will not only
forgive, but will fight their battles and
give victory.
Lesson for May 23. When the peo-
ple took their eyes off God, their King,
they desired a man as king in con-
formity to the practice of the heathen
round about.
Lesson for May 30. Because Jona-
than felt the call of God to deliver
his people and waited for God's sign
for blm, he was able to go forward
and win a victory in such a way as
to show that God was with him.
Lesson for June 6. Because SanE
disobeyed the command of God. Judg-
ment from the hand of God fell upon
him.
Lesson for June 13. God looketh
not on the outward appearance, hut on
the heart; his choices are not arbi-
trary.
Lesson for June 20. "The Lord Is
my shepherd, I shall not want."
The Supreme Beauty.
Mark well also the splendor of this
Idea of salvation. It Is not merely
final "safety." to be forgiven sin. t«>
evade the curse. It Is not, vaguely
"to get to heaven." It is to he can-
formed to the Image of the Son Tt Is
for these poor elements to attain to
the supreme beauty.
i- «
U
Seeing and Judging.
Human nature is so constituted that
all se . and judge better, in af-
fairs <.f otiler men. than in their on.'
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Dunjee, Roscoe. The Black Dispatch (Oklahoma City, Okla.), Vol. 5, No. 30, Ed. 1 Friday, June 25, 1920, newspaper, June 25, 1920; (https://gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc152256/m1/2/?q=aRCHIVES: accessed June 11, 2024), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, https://gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.