The Truth (Capitol Hill, Okla.), Vol. 1, No. 9, Ed. 1 Saturday, June 12, 1909 Page: 4 of 14
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INFINITE
VARIETY
By Brand Whitlock
Illustrations by Ray Walters
(Goyjrright, 1007, by Bo bb Merrill Co.i
SYNOPSIS.
Senator Morley Vernon's visit with his
fiancee was interrupted by a call from
his political boss at the state capital.
IJptll r. gr-tted it, the girl more than he.
because the hail arranged to attend a
dinner that evening with him. She said
«he yearned for a national office for him.
On Vernon's desk In the senate he found
a red rose, accompanied by a plea for
suffrage for women. He met the au-
thoress. pretty Miss Maria Greene of
('Weago, who proposed to convert him
into voting for house resolution No. 19.
Miss Greene secured Vernon's promise to
vote for the suffrage resolution. He also
aided her by convincing others. He took
a liking to the fair suffragette. Miss
Greene consulted with the lieutenant-gov-
ernor. Vernon admitted to himself that
the suffragette had stirred a strange feel-
ing within him. He forgot to read his
fiancee's letter. Vernon made a great
speech In favor of suffrage, aided by
glances from Miss Greene. The resolution
was made a special order. Vernon was
enthusiastic on the prospects for the res-
olution. He was much in Miss Greene's
company. Vernon neglected thoughts of
Amelia. He took Miss Greene driving and
laid out plans for the success of the reso-
lution. Vernon's speech caused a great
iif".v*paper sensation He was being neg-
lected by Amelia, who had not answered
his letter. Vernon Is "tipped off'' that his
suffrage resolution may not pass. As
Miss Greene was due the following morn-
ing he had no fears. Miss Greene ar-
rived and breakfasted With Vernon.
Amiss the dining room entrenched be-
hind women opponents of the suffrage
resolution, he spied Amelia. He started
toward her. She treated him coldly and
the women opponents of suffrage re-
proved him for his part. Mrs. Hodge-
Lath rop told Senator Vernon that his
conduct with Miss Greene had been hard
upon Amelia.
CHAPTER XII.—Continued.
"Morley," she said in a vast solemn
tone that came slowly up from her
great stays, " I can make allowances,
of course. I know something of the
nature of man; I will admit that that
Greene woman is remarkably hand-
some, and of her cleverness there can
be no doubt. I don't altogether Name
you."
She paused that Vernon might com-
! prehend to the fullest her marvelous
{ magnanimity.
"But at the same time it has been
hard on poor little Amelia. I saw no
other way than to bring her down.
] You must go to her at once."
She turned toward Braidwood and
Porter, still standing where she had
left them.
"When you have done, I'll see you
' with reference to this miserahle reso-
lution; but that can wait till we are at
the capitol. This other matter comes
j flrst, of course."
She smiled with a fat sweetness.
"And, Morley," she said, "order twa
carriages for us at ten o'clock. You
may drive to the capitol with us."
And she went away.
Vernon ordered the carriages, and in
turning the whole matter over in his
mind he came to the conclusion that
he must deal with these complications
one at a time; Miss Greene, as events
now had shaped themselves, would
have to wait until he got over to the
State House.
CHAPTER XIII.
Vernon found Amelia in one of the
hotel parlors, seated on a sofa by a
He looked at his watch; it was half-
past nine; the senate would convene
at ten; the resolution would not be
reached before half-past ten at any
rate; and so he determined to brave
Mrs. Overman Hodge-Lathrop again.
He turned back into the lobby; there
she wa.H, hobnobbing with men; she
did not pass from group to group, aft-
er the manner of any other lobbyist,
but by some coercion he wished he
might be master of, she drew them un-
erringly to her side. Now she had
Braidwood, the leader of the house,
and chairman of the steering commit-
tee, and Porter, the leader of the sen-
ate. She appeared to be giving them
instructions.
She had set her committee on less
Important game; the ladies were scat-
tered over the rotunda, each talking to
a little set of men. When Mrs. Over-
man Hodge-Lathrop saw Vernon com-
ing, she turned from Braidwood and
Porter and stood awaiting him.
Strangely enough Braidwood and Por-
ter stayed where they were, as if she
had put them there. And Vernon re-
flected that he had never known them,
as doubtless no one else had ever
known them, to do such a thing as
that before.
"Where's Amelia?" he asked before
she could speak.
"I have sent her upstairs," said
Mrs. Overman Hodge-Lathrop, "poor
child!"
Vernon wondered why "poor child."
"It's really too bad," Mrs. Overman
Hodge-Lathrop continued.
"What is too bad?" demanded Ver-
non. He had grown sulky.
Mrs. Overman Hodge-Lathrop looked
at him pityingly.
Ji
Flung Himself Back on the Sofa
Helplessly.
window. She was resting her chin In
her hand and looking down into Cap-
itol avenue.
"Amelia," he said, bending over her.
•What is it? Tell me."
He sat down beside her. and sought
to engage one of her hands in his own,
but she withdrew it, and pressed it
with the other and the handkerchief
In both, to her lips and chin. Vernon
glanced about the respectable parlors,
maintained in instant readiness for
anybody that might happen along with
his little comedy or his little tragedy.
She continued to look obdurately out
of the window.
"Amelia," he said, "aren't you going
to spe&k to me? Tell me what I have
done."
Still there came no answer. He
flung himself back on the sofa help-
lessly.
"Well," he said, "I don't know what
it all means. I've tried to fathom it in
the last hour, but it's too deep for me;
I give It up." He flung out his hands
to Illustrate his abandonment.
"God knows," he suddenly ex-
claimed, "I was only trying to do
something worthy—for your sake!"
"Please don't swear, Morley," Ame-
lia said.
He looked up swiftly.
"Well—" he began, explosively, but
ha didn't continue. He related tutu
a moody alienee. He stretched his legs
out before him in an ungainly attitude,
with his hands plunged deep In his
trousers' pockets. Then he knitted his
brows and tried to think.
"I suppose," he said, as if he were
thinking aloud, "that you expect some
explanation, some apology."
"Oh, not at all," she said, lightly,
in the most musical tone she could
command.
"Very well," he said, "I wouldn't
know where to begin if you did. I'm
sure I'm not aware of having—"
She began to hum softly, to herself,
as it were, some tuneless air. He re-
membered that it was a way she had
when she was angry. It was intended
to show the last and utmost personal
unconcern. In such circumstances the
tune was apt to be an improvisation and
was never melodious. Sometimes it
made her easier to deal with, some-
times harder; he could never tell.
"I don't exactly see what we are
here for," he ventured, stealing a look
at her. She had no reply. He fidgeted
a moment and then began drumming
with his fingers on the arm of the
sofa.
"Please don't do that," she said.
He stopped suddenly.
"If you would be good enough, kind
enough," he said It sarcastically, "to
indicate, to suggest, even, what I am
to do—to say."
"I'm sure I can't," she said. "You
came. I presumed you had something
to say to me."
"Well, I have something to say to
you," Vernon went on impetuously.
"Why didn't you answer my letters?
Why have you treated me this way?
That's what I want to know."
He leaned toward her. He was con-
scious of two emotions, two passions,
struggling within him, one of anger,
almost hate, the other of love, and
strangely enough they had a striking
similarity in their effect upon him. He
felt like reproaching, yet he knew that
was not the way, and he made a des-
perate struggle to conquer himself.
He tried to look into her face, but
she only turned farther away from
him.
"I've spent the most miserable week
I ever knew, doomed to stay here, un-
able to get away to go to you, and
with this fight on my hands!"
"You seemed to be having a fairly
good time," the girl said.
"Now, Amelia, look here," said Ver-
non, "let's not act like children any
longer; let's not have anything so fool-
ish and little between us."
His tone made his words a plea, but
it plainly had no effect upon her, for
she did not answer. They sat there,
then, in silence.
"Why didn't you write?" Vernon de-
manded after a little while. He looked
at her, and she straightened up and
her eyes flashed.
"Why didn't I write!" she ex-
claimed. "What was I to write, pray?
Were not your letters full of this odi-
ous Maria Bujlaps Greene? And as if
that were not enough, weren't the pa-
pers lull of you two? And that speech
—oh, that speech—that Portia and
Helen, and 'I fill this cup to one
made up,' ah, it was sickening!" She
flirted away again.
"But, darling," Vernon cried, "listen
—you misunderstood—I meant all that
for you, didn't you understand?"
She stirred.
"Didn't you see? Why, dearest, I
thought that when you read the papers
you'd be the proudest girl alive!"
Her lip curled.
"I read the papers," she said, and
then added, significantly, "this once,
anyway."
"Well, you certainly don't intend to
hold me responsible for what the pa-
pers say, do you?"
She resumed her old attitude, her el-
bow on the arm of the sofa, her chin
in her hand, and looked out the win-
dow. And she began to hum again.
"And then," he pressed on, "to coine
down here and not even let me know;
why you even called me Mister Ver-
non when I came into the dining
room."
"Yes," she exclaimed, suddenly
wheeling about, "1 saw you come into
the dining room this morning!" Her
eyes grew dark and flashed.
He regretted, on the instant.
"I saw you!" she went on. " I saw
you rush up to that Maria Burlaps
Greene woman, and—oh, it was hor-
rid!"
"Her name isn't Burlaps, dear," said
Vernon.
"How do you know her name, I'd
like to know!" She put her hands to
her face. He saw her tears.
"Amelia," he said, masterfully, "11
you don't stop that! Listen—we've
got to get down to business."
She hastily brushed the tears from
her eyes. She was humming once
more, and tapping the toe of her boot
on the carpet, though she was not tap-
ping it in time to her tune.
"Why did you come down without
letting me know?" Vernon went on;
but still she was silent.
"You might at least have given
me—"
"Warning?" she said, with a keen
inflection.
"Amelia!" he said, and his tone car-
ried a rebuke.
"Well, I don't care!" she cried. "It's
all true! You couldn't stay for my
dinner, but you could come down here
and—"
She covered her face with her hands
and burst suddenly into tears. Ver-
non gazed at her in astonishment.
"Why, dearest!" he said, leaning
over, and trying to take her 1ft his
arms. She drew away from him and
sobbed. Vernon glanced about the
room helplessly He pleaded with her,
but she would not listen; neither
would she be comforted, but continued
to sob. Vernon, in a man's anguish
with a weeping woman, stood up.
"Amelia! Amelia!" He bent over
her and spoke firmly. "You must not!
Listen to me! We must go over to—"
Suddenly he stood erect, and jerked
out his watch.
"Heavens!" he cried. "It's half-past
ten!"
She tried to control herself then,
and sitting up, began to wipe her eyes.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
IN THE TOILS OF INFLUENZA.
Unlucky Pittsburg Citizens Compare
Notes in Strange Language.
When two East enders met on a cw
bound downtown on a recent muggy
morning and engaged in conversation,
the other passengers were under the
impression for a time that they wese
listening to a discussion in Esperan-
to or Volapuk. It ran something like
this: -
"Bordl'g, Johd."
"Bordl'g, Jib." j
"Dice bordi'g." /
"Yes, dice bordi'g—dot."
"What's dew?"
"Dot a thi'g. Adythl'g dew id your
lide?"
"Dot a blabed thi'g."
"How you feeli'g this bordl'g?"
"Od de bub."
"So ab I. Dearly sdeezed by ljead
off last dlght."
"Sabe here."
"Goi'g to the beetl'g to-dlght?".
"Dot on your tidtype. Goi'g to stay
hobe a'd dri'k rub and hodey."
"Good gabe. Hot rub pudtch for
bide."
"Well, here we are dowdtowd. So
lo'g."
And they wended their dlstnal ways.
—Pittsburg Times.
Mark of a Thoroughbred.
As an old horseman who has bred
and handled horse3 of many types,
says a writer in Outing, I have fre-
quently been surprised at the answers
given by the majority of people when
asked the question.: "What constitutes
the most striking difference betweca
the thoroughbred and the common
horse?"
Nineteen out of twenty will nania
the beauty or the speed of the thor-
oughbred ; but important as are both
of these qualities, neither answer Is
correct. It is simply that th' thororgh-
bred when he is tired will keep oa
with an undiminished courage and ai-i-
bitlon, while a common horse under
the same circumstances will quiC
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