Oklahoma City Daily Pointer (Oklahoma City, Okla.), Vol. 2, No. 201, Ed. 1 Monday, September 9, 1907 Page: 3 of 4
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The police have been busily in
search for a couple of young men
since last night who are alleged to
have attempted criminal assault
upon Fern Montooth and Lottie
Thompson two little girls about 12
years of age.
The Montooth girl is the daugh-
of G. Montooth who resides at 1016
East 4th st. and the other girl is
tha daughter of Will Thompson a
carpenter residing on West Frisco
According to Montooth's story,
the two girls were walking across
the street near the Montooth home
on East Fourth street when the two
young men drove by. "Get in and
let's take a ride around the block,"
said one of the men to the girls.
The girls got into the buggy and
they would not let the girls out un-
til they had reached a lake east of
the city limits, according to Mon-
While both of the young men
are known at sight by the father
of one of the girls, he does not
know their names.
Do not ask for credit on small adver-
tising in the Pointer.
THE BUREAU DRAWER
By Wilmot Waring
There will be a Social Dance Fri-
day evening at Cain & Buttrick's
hall 25£ W. Main st. You are in-
vited to attend. 1-5
STATE FAIR NOTICE—For ice
cream and cold drink privileges, ap-
ply C. W. Allen, Calumet bldg.,
221£ W. Cal. 190-26
Cuban Springs best 5c cigar. 7-26
Dr. Mary Johnson has returned
to her home in Shawnee, after spend-
ing ten days here with her sisters
Dr. Elizabeth and Annie Johnson.
Cuban Spriggs best 5c cigar. 7-26
A. B. C.
PHONE 3023. 226 W. GRAND.
For Fire and Tornado In-
surance, see the
opporniHiTY snv. co.
14 N. Harvey Phone 1693
CUTS OF ALL KIINDS
T M r
■3^ West grand ave.1
Martha Earle lay on her big four-
poster bed, her large bony fingers
plucking restlessly at the patchwork
counterpane which she had pieced to-
gether herself in the days of her busy
housewifery, and a strange, almost
mystical silence seemed to have set-
tled over the New England farm—the
silence of death.
Martha was dying. The big, bust-
ling woman had come to the end of
her day's work, and she was aware of
it—just as her youngest daughter was,
pretty, delicate Almira Earle, who sat
by her mother's bedside fanning the
dying woman with a big palm-leaf fan,
for the heat of the heavy August after-
noon was excessive.
"Almira, I'm dying—ain't I?"
Martha Earle broke the dull silence
of the past hour, and raised herself
heavily on her pillows; but her voice
was no longer hard and autocratic,
and she seemed to speak from a dis-
"Mother—my dear, dear mother!"
That was all that Almira could an-
swer, but her tears betrayed her.
"Almora, don't cry! It's all right."
Martha smiled faintly. "Listen, honey,
there's something yer have got to do
for me when I'm dead—something fa-
ther and none of the others are to
know about. I guess I can trust yer ?"
"Surely, mother," the girl replied,
softly; then she bent over the other
woman, and propped Martha up in her
soft, warm arms.
"When the breath is out of my
body," Martha continued, "take the
little key that yer'll find in my purse,
an open the drawer I allers keep
locked in my bureau, the small top
drawer"—she gave a low, anxipus
sigh. "Yer',11 mind which drawer—the
small top one."
"Yes, mother," the girl answered
obediently. "The drawer that allers
kept locked," she added.
"Inside"—Martha's voice dropped to
a low whisper—"yer'll find a packet of
letters, an' a few sprigs of lavender—
a handful of withered rose-petals.
Yer'll burn the letters in the kitchen
fire — burn them to ash, Almira — I
trust yer not to read so much as a
word of them. But the dried rose-
petals an' the lavender—put them in
my coffin, ghosts of dead flowers, Al-
mira—all that's left of a lost summer."
Her voice died into silence.
"What does it mean?" whispered
the girl. "Mother dear, I'll give yer
my oath that I'll do what yer ask, an'
not read one word of yer letters—but
who wrote them?"
"That's no matter," replied Martha.
"Some one who loved me, honey, be-
fore ever your father did. A young
man who went to New York to make
a fortune for me, an' who came back
too late, for I guess I couldn't wait
for Gillian for ever. Besides, there
was yer father an' his fine farm, an'
my folk all pressing me to marry."
"Didn't yer lovfe father?" Almira
spoke in sharp, strained tones.
Her mother kept a sullen silence
for a few moments, then she said,
with a sudden burst of new-born
"I made him a good wife. I guess
no one can say I hev' not been a good
wife or a good mother. I hev' worked
fer yer father—baked an' brewed—
scrubbed an' sewn. I hev' borne him
sons and daughters, an' in my way I
hev' loved him."
"Not as yer loved the other." Al-
mira lowered her voice. "Oh, mother,
mother," she went on, "I understand
—I know—I, alone of all yer children."
"Like enow," the dying woman an-
swered. Her voice had softened. "I
hev' often thought," she went on
dreamily, "that yer had a queer look
of him, honey. Yer smile as he used
ter smile, Almira, an' yer eyes are
the same deep blue. But there—
there," she sighed impatiently, "it's
all finished an' ended, for I put Gillian
ill Address the
Voters of Oklahoma City
at 8 p. m., at the comer
of Bdwy and California.
out of my mind and out of my heart
after yer father had given me my wed-
ding-ring. But I kept his letters
kept them in a locked drawer. Seem-
ed as if I hadn't the heart to burn
them, nor the withered flowers that
Gillian had plucked me—roses warm
an' red when he gave them to me—
sweet smelling an' fresh."
A clock on the mantelpiece Btruck
the hour of five. Outside, across the
fields, came the faint lowing of cattle;
tha golden day was wearing to its
"Put me down again on my pillow,"
A rigid sternness came over the
face. She was bracing herself to face
the Valley of Great Silence and the
stream which is cold as ice.
"I'll fetch father," murmured Almira
softly. Then she bent and kissed
Martha Earle with rare passion. "Oh,
mother, mother," she whispered, "an'
I never guessed!"
Martha Earle took no notice of her
daughter's speech. She had done with
all earthly matters, her concern with
this world's affairs was over.
It was late—close on midnight—be-
fore Almira found time and opportuni-
ty to fulfill her dead mother's requeBt.
Moonlight was pouring into the large
bedroom through the window, and
shining on the white figure that lay
stiff and rigid on the bed.
Almira's hands trembled a little as
she unlocked the drawer, then she
started back with a low cry, for the
drawer was bare and empty—swept
"Mother!" she cried in low tones,
addressing the motionless woman,
yer burnt the letters and forgot—for-
ot as the busy years went by."
The dead woman made no answer.
Cuban Spriggs best 5c cigar. 7-26
28 Photos—25c, four poses. Large
size. Come up and look us over.
WEEKS' MINIATUKE STUDIO
Over Postoffice, Room 5, 2nd floor, Oklahoma City
If you have any Packages to de-
liver—Call tel. 520.
\ 5c to any Part of City
Jones' Quick Automobile
Delivery. Bdwy. and 2nd.
Sig. S. D'Anna, Vocal and Piano,
Studio, Frederickson-Kroh, 221 W.
Main street. 190-26
Cash paid for all kinds second
hand clothing, shoes, hats. lit!
West Third street. Phone 461.
TREY ARE SKATING
Music every afternoon and evening.
Monday and Wednesday nights can
be rented for private parties.
If it's a lost article, a Pointer ad will
who does a unique dancing specialty
with The Curtis Musical Company
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Tucker, Dudley R.; Tucker, Howard A. & Tucker, William L. Oklahoma City Daily Pointer (Oklahoma City, Okla.), Vol. 2, No. 201, Ed. 1 Monday, September 9, 1907, newspaper, September 9, 1907; (gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc152834/m1/3/: accessed November 17, 2018), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.